When the ni8 falls
it falls on her bed
The cover is there
she gone instead!
When dawn breaks
it touched her cheek
Now dawn is pale
she left a hell!
These are the tale
without the end
History runs circle
at every bend!
Yet my Rose bloom
in heart not in room
Only her thorn still
burns skin I feel!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very powerful poem- I like it! yours truly, Claudia Krizay