We live to die,
like a rose
shown beauty;
so frail
the petals would fall,
leaving the rose to wilt.
our life is like a rose..............live, love, and die..............well composed.................
A graphic reminder of our mortality. Well done my friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mortal souls are we...the rose come spring the briar bush blooms again...we bloom again in our children...thanks for the short thought prevoking poem...regards