rose buds, what secrets are you hiding?
tell me now, don't wait till another morning
i know the dawns have been telling
your colors that stars are starring
i know the nights have been dreaming
your fragrance that the sun is concealing
tell me now, don't wait till another morning
rose buds, what secrets are you hiding?
Beautiful poem, and the way you make it sounds so soft as if it was a voice chanting..and its mesmerizing
Lovely poem, I like how you've worded each line with a curious sense of imagery. It entices my mind! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a delightful poem here you have written, to question nature is to bring alive that voice which dwells in those young of heart. Very well written.
Thank you. Hopes are also dwell in those young of heart, they still give poetry a possibility