She that often dies but eventually rise.
A rose distant and rare to find,
cared after and threatened to extinct,
life on a nourished soil
yet climate dares to change,
but still
spoken or not about
sarcasm or what wonders the mind,
she is colourful and beyond
not worth what what a touch can feel
or what a mind can think
for mystery overules the charm
and dares the mind to wonder,
just how amazing she can become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem