Captivated by the charm
She flew towards the fragrance
On the dewy misty day
When she embraced the petals
the wings were shimmering more
She kissed it's beauty
and sang a song for it's nectar
She fluttered the wings
and showed the spectrum of colors
But the joy didn't last long
In pain she cried until noon
And she ended her life soon
Oh red roses what have you done
She was blind in your love
But your thorns pricked her to bleed
there is no such thing as free lunch. A price has to be paid. Brought out beautifully in this poem!
Hi Rini, It is true. She was blind in your love But your thorns pricked her to bleed “ But rose without thorns is spring without fragrance......
you asked who is this man ]]]]? ? ? ROSE WITHOUT THORNS FRAGRANCE TO THE CORE AND to none does he belong except the faithful they have themselves to prove can you
Oh red roses what have you done She was blind in your love But your thorns pricked her to bleed......touching expression with nice theme. A brilliant poem on butterfly nicely executed. Enjoyed with attractive photo provided. Thank u dear Rini.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On bassant the butterfly flies over Arab sands, though misty days are rare...the butterfly in there, a good one!