What doesn't a Rose touch?
It touches the Earth with it's roots,
It looks to the Sky for the truth,
It perfumes the whole World with its scent,
And to Love and Beauty, its image is lent.
In the first week of February, I look forward to seeing and smelling blooms again
An unexpected point of feeling, that is a poetical one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice short poem I like it