Rose petals falling softly, slowly on the ground covered in snow
dead from the cold
once a fiery passionate red now dull
scattered on the ground
once lively from the warmth of spring
now ruined from the frigidness of winter
all though ruined beauty is still all the same
Very nice poem, on poet's flower. True, the beauty of a rose never dies for it is beauty in Nature's purest state.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks Sandra I'm glad you like it (;