29 November 2018

The last little rose


The last little rose
innocently lies
the spring - once again -
straight into your eyes.

Like a drop of blood,
glows in autumn light,
you sleep with her scent
all over the night.

The best is yet to come -
you believe in vain,
the last little rose
hurts you once again.







Az utolsó rózsa

 Az utolsó rózsa.
Ártatlanul pimasz.
Szemedbe hazudja
még egyszer a tavaszt.

Fáradt őszi fényben
izzó vörös vércsepp.
Bársonyával alszol,
illatával ébredsz.

A java hátra van
még, neki elhiszed...
S az utolsó rózsa
még egyszer megsebez.






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9 comments:

  1. SandiNovember 29, 2018 10:54 pm

    It is beautiful!

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  2. handmade by amaliaDecember 08, 2018 3:16 pm

    Great minds... I blogged about a rose as well :-)
    Amalia
    xo

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    1. EditDecember 13, 2018 1:10 pm

      Thank you, dear Amalia! I love your poem about the little rose very much! And the beautiful cross-stitch rose, too! Big big hugs! :-)

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  3. SandraDecember 15, 2018 1:34 am

    Beautiful. Have a happy weekend. Greetings.

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  4. bailiJanuary 26, 2019 7:29 am

    you are incredible poet dear Edit!

    "drop of blood"
    wow this sounds so convenient and mysteriously remarkable !

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    1. EditJanuary 29, 2019 8:01 am

      Thank you, my dear friend! You are too kind!

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  5. even the writer doesn’t know your nameFebruary 06, 2020 8:06 pm

    I like your thoughts in this poem. Some lines are very inspiring, especially for me. I am convinced, that many people love this poem. Thank you for this.

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