a thorny stem
with a head full of petals
soft to the touch
stigma and pollen
color and perfume
caress the senses
orbs of the mind
store the memory
of delight
why is it so thrilling
too see over and over
again and again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
more than a Rose...your write...the image you sense in! poetry is all about how to write than what to write...you excel in this 'piece' Shimon...10