is one you don't wanna touch.
If you touch it,
it'll stab you, make you bleed.
The thing that makes it dangerous,
is that when you start bleeding,
you don't stop.
You keep bleeding,
until every dropp of blood,
is drained out of your system.
You can look at it,
but don't touch,
this delicate beautiful green rose.
Unless you want to commit suicide,
and be selfish...
Let the green rose be...
If you wish to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem