The pleading of the rose
Admire me, smell me
but pluck you shouldn't
I'll perish sadly
and be forgotten
let me seep in
the bright sunshine
watch me in the breeze
as I dance- do be kind
ah, how short-lived
I am-- fragile beauty born
to wither and disappear
alone, bereft and unknown
to you. the tender poet
(you have a heart) --this I plead
write me an immortal poem
and gladly I'll go to sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem