Lovely Rose,
Behold.
preserved for something beautiful,
neatly kept for keepsake,
that is held dear to ones heart.
With a note..
that once spoke of love,
now...
plucked,
stripped,
of all it's beauty.
Silence,
as the time has come..
to watch it all fall apart.
with the raising sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem well put together. A nice story of a love affair gone gone sour over time. Thanks for sharing.