On my way to the green mountain
I met a lonely lovely red rose
Hiding in the midst of the bushes
She smiled and said 'good morning'
I said great morning sweet rose
So wonderful and charming you are
She danced and said 'come near me'
I said I smell delightful fragrance
She said 'come touch me my dear'
I said 'Oh' how beautiful your touch
She said 'hug me, I am so lonely'
I got a bit closer and closer
I picked her from her branch
She said 'Oh you killed me dear'
Her petals dew were her tears
I sighed 'no, what I have done'
She sighed and faintly said
'Do not cry you stranger'
Wipe your misty eyes dear
Our lives we roses are short
I looked at her with sorrow
I kissed and hugged her again
and said 'Oh' my rose, goodbye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked the whole idea of this poem... Imagination; -) Poems that are different and don't follow the mainstream of others. Well done, I love the title as well it brings a lovely picture to mind