we all write about roses only
why
not because roses are red
but in existence and beyond
like roses are never dead
in library books they still survive
and
then only these lovely roses
bring back sleepy hidden memories alive
roses never die
greatness shines on poets shoulders like a silhouette in the far distance thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem praising the beauty of nature.
thankx pauls