I saw the rose,
the rose was red,
the pained heart,
whose blood had bled.
I saw the rose,
I saw the dew
the hearts intact,
are very few.
I saw the rose,
I saw the thorns,
says the widow,
who constantly mourns
I saw the rose,
it drinks the rain,
it uses the the water,
to ease its pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply beautiful with a nice flow to it. Thanks for sharing as it was a joy to read. Ravensong