Hot sun
a stirring
in scarlet hours.
Sleeping beauty rises
Red rose.
Fragrance
drifts afar
on unseen wings.
Under the golden spell
She is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely ode to a most lovely offering of Mother Nature. Colourful and fragrant. "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever" 5 *s
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