Think of a rose…
You see its beauty; you see how others react to it.
You know the meaning it represents and you know the worth people give it
So, whenever someone receives a rose, the thorns usually gets cut just enough for the receiver to hold the flower, just enough for them to ignore the thorns and admire the rose
But the thing is, the thorns are part of the rose and always will be. We cannot change that.
Cut it and it will just grow back, maybe more, maybe less, who knows…?
Sometimes we admire the rose so much that we overlook its thorns, we overlook what hurts us because we find the beauty of the rose to be so enchanting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem