Roses of the sunny morning
brushing against the dew drops
signifying their love that transcends
every barriers of time
though the dewdrops will soon evaporate
they will return again the next morning
to make love with the wonderful roses,
the cycle repeats without failure
none dictates and none follows
it just happens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, it just happens. It is meant to be that way. Law of the nature. Nice one my fren.