The weeping rose,
has lost all its color.
The cold trecherous winds,
And the winter clouds.
Have taken all purpose,
all life.
The once fertile ground,
Has swallowed up all hope.
Now all that stands,
Is the colorless weeping rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the theme of roses... well done ;)