A blue rose quite rare
upon a thorny stem
of graceful bearing
holding up on high
with a freshness
as to a new born sky
such scents as made in heaven
to revive a weary soul
and remind her
of the blossoms
that in her heart reside
and cannot fade or die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well done David....! ! ! Regards, Trade.