I met a rose, she blossomed
And the fragrance was full,
I’m ready to rip this rose,
But I was afraid of her thorns.
And early in the morning I entered the garden,
But I did not find this rose,
Oh, rose, rose – I cried out,
Why did not I tear you off. …..
Thanks!!!
Very pretty
Great post, Olga.
Fantastic post.
wonderful
Love it beautiful words
Beautiful!
Your poem brings new meaning to “nipping it in the bud.”
Each rose in herself brings beauty
Olga this is beautiful
If you love it then do not tear it
Beautiful post Olga. Cheers 🙂
Very nice