The rose
Blossoms from a small seed.
Becomes something everyone
Loves.
Then wilts away into something
Everyone hates.
Then
The rose
Dies leaving behind
A memory.
i love the analogy of the rose(i've wrote a couple myself) Plus my favorite fairytale is beauty and the beast (the really old version, not the corny disney version) It is a fantastic piece. Much love, Heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said. The world worships youth and when that is gone despises that which once was beauty itself, throwing it away like refuse. Still, a precious few retain the memory. Thus, beauty must be more than just on the surface if one is to have anything considered of value in old age.