Flawless crimson blooms…
Dance around in glee…
But, I dread the lurking thorns…
Making merry with the wind…
Leaves radiate gold rays…
But, I see the shadows cast…
Shimmering in moonlight…
The Black lake twitters…
But, I feel the smirking depths…
A linnet tunes his happy notes…
But, I listen painfully,
The rhythm of my stinging heart…
Faraway stars wink at me…
But, happiness lights the skies yonder…
I’m amidst a Rose Garden…
A teardropp woke a sleeping stone…
“Why? ” the gray rock mused…
“He’s Away…”
My tears gleamed…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem