I 'm holding a rose
A thorn piercing my finger
My blood starts dripping
Every single drop of it
Could be one of your poems
Κόβοντας ρόδα
Με τρύπησε αγκάθι
Στάζει το αίμα
Κάθε μία σταγόνα
Και ένα σου ποίημα
So well said my friend...the beauty of poems compared to roses with thorns. Love this one!
So absolutely true! 5 Stars, dear Kostas! I love roses flowers and poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is so often like the thorny rose. Wonderful poem!