(Source image : pixabay.com)
Flowers in the garden.
Red rose.
The crown of your crown is so beautiful.
With the ground you stand
surrounding the silent spaces.
The sun shines softly
fell on your charming face.
Soft, soft red.
Eyes are not tired in the eyes
together drifting into silence.
Red roses.
But you're a carrier of thorns.
Segan touches you, memetikmu.
I'm stunned with your scent
so my feelings are just boasting;
do not feel the meaning of your presence in the waiting room.
Red roses.
You're a woman
who are around life.
Sometimes look at me
with a bunch of beetles
Becengkrama,
Greet,
Spread a happy aroma.
Though your aroma is good
You give to the flock you hate.
But when a flock of beetles begins to tease,
Your thorns will not wither
keep your fragrance
keep your beauty
so you stand still
with a courageous and scented fragrance.
