The rose is beauty but no one notices the leafs,
Surrounded by thorns, unable to breathe,
Their colors a dark emerald green,
Are beautiful once seen.
But everyone stares at the flower
As if the leaf is not there.
Everyone says the rose is beautiful,
It is like the rest of the world is bare,
But the leaf just waits, sees the rose bloom in full.
Beauty always fades,
And like a rose will wither away,
But the leaf remains,
Surrounded by pain,
But I'd rather be the leaf all the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful. The grim yet intricate imagery of the poem reveals a perceptive mind. The brisk narrative, the revelation of the blunt truth add to the charm of the poem. The poet's notes further add to the relevance of the piece. Its beautiful and thought-provoking.