Touch the last petal
Of the roses
In red
Autumn had taken away the beauty
Dried and broken
color they fade
Leaves are falling
With the dry wind
I took a love
within hope and faith
Might be the fallen
But the roses are the same
Never less than the roses
Blooming or waterless
The sweet smell of them could reach a heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem