One small rose,
A beautiful red,
Blooming in the flower bed.
The sweetest scent,
That fills my head,
Dancing in the flower bed.
Velvet petals,
In perfect form,
Glistening drops in crystal morn.
Delightfully reaching,
As sunshine is born,
Bowing at dusk and indulging each dawn.
One small rose,
A beautiful red,
Dancing in the flower bed,
A wonderful scent,
Most elegantly spread,
Whilst blooming in the flower bed.
Tender, lovely, beautiful are the words that shoot through my mind while reading this poem. Excellent Sarah!
What is it about the English poet? Is something in the air or like the red rose is it in the blood? I do not want to know if there is extreme effort involved in creating such a seemingly effortless and flowing poem. A calm appreciation and understanding come to light in dreamlike beauty.
A beautiful Red Rose! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One small rose, A beautiful red, Dancing in the flower bed, A wonderful scent, . a lovely sense of being one with the nature at the presence of a little rose... tony congrtulations.. dear poetess.