This morning I wanted some roses to bring <br />but so many I took that they buckled the spring, <br />the buckle, too tight, couldn’t keep them all in. <br /> <br />As belt burst, the roses flew off in a string <br />on the wings of the wind, to the sea for a fling, <br />they followed the current’s fin, won’t wheel back [s]wing - <br /> <br />the waves seemed blush scarlet wash, fiery flame fling. <br />Roses’sweet souvenir scents so closely cling, <br />this evening my dress seems a perfumed-stained skin!<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sa-adi-s-roses-translation-les-roses-de-sa-adi-m-desbordes-valmore/
