Charming Rose...
                       
              staring through cornerstone of window,
                  eyes stuck to beautiful charming rose
                 yearn to feel the beauty of that rose
                 but steadily vanish like a rainbow

                 How much days it take to born?
                 How many times that it fall?
                 implacable pain that it bear
                its beyound my imagination era.

               writting this poet in moonlight,
                feel very eccentric to introspect.
                learning newthings from nature
                bind my pliable heart quirks.

               beautiful things are rare in this pot,
               charming bee are difficult to found,
               but seeing you in my balcony
               make my heart beautiful at all.