The love of a rose
Does not die as time passes,
'Cos you can't see it.
Its beauty lasts a lifetime,
Something you never forget.
Sweet end of rose is sweet too....
The eternal spirit of love from the fragrance of rose. Beautiful.
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Very well composed tanka. Rose and fragrance always together.
this poem is beautiful as a rose you speak of Bravo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A rose by any other name remains the same. One does not love the name, but subject behind it.