If I were a flower, I'd wish to be a red Rose.
Red, the colour of bravery.
Petals, that fall like graceful water.
Thorns, the things that can hurt others if they are not careful.
Sadly I am a Daisy.
The kind of Daisy with plain white petals and no thorns what so ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In as much as we'd like to be good to others, it is also imperative that we have our defense mechanisms in place to protect ourselves. An insightful poem nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing Kate.