The pink and blue roses
That seems never to be erases
Shines on their temporary times
With their best fun and unfed up games
Sensitive beauty which have to be admired
Like the traffic light stepped on red
That comes and goes and need much passion over head
Also much well behave and careful tread
The fun which goes extreme more
Which early closes the futures door
Affected the roses which are beautiful
But not for the precious and much careful
For the temporary treasure
Needs much pleasure...
Rose smiling…gives joy till it is wilted …but noetic vibration stays long …like red signal end with green…is equal to gooooooooooooooo…thanks for sharing ...rosy lips are oh hoooo so good remembering the rose…to adore Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
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I would like to translate this poem
roses, I love them. Beautiful Poem. I am sure roses would love you, if they could read this poem. Kianush