One said I look at a rose and only see the thorns
I see the flower and the pain it causes
Yet sometimes I see the joy
One said I look at the sun and only see the destruction
I see the star and the burn with in
Yet sometimes I feel the warmth
One said I see the snow and only see the death
I see the horrid cold
Yet sometimes I see the beauty and the meaning behind the chil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this poem. Shows how everyone can see thigs in two different ways. Almost like finding the little piece of too in all the bad. Nicely written!