It's saddening to see the roses wither
It's depressing to see its petals turn brown
Leaving a once jazzy world wanness to fill
& the fragrance of its being fade with the breeze
There are roses that can be replaced when gone
As they die on the laps of seeds as the seas
Which stretch out from sleep in the shortest blink
While the cherised dead is consigned to oblivion
You are a rose without seed as these
One who'll leave & none sprouts instead
& so ought to be kept as a dainty scent
Never to be hurt as then it'll snap
I never desired to hurt the rose I'd tended a while
I never prayed you'll tend back towards the earth
I meant to simply stroke you with my silky palms
But unknown to me had hardened to the heat of the sun
Now I stretch for you as one reaching out for grain
As such is where you fill & left this while
I ask if only that you give me another chance to live
'Cause my life is fading away without you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem