Hiding behind the leaves
Tightly wound amongst its thorns
The drooping bud grieves
When full petals it adorns
The rose knows it will be plucked at its prime
Greed will place a price on its head
Selfishness will kill it before its time
And market it as love instead
Write comment. Such a wonderful poem, Caroline. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice 5+++ piece on a rose with thorns - ouch Hahaha ;) - very well penned!