The rose is a power.
The petals have opened to a design,
Covering each other side by side.
One side covers the side of the another.
One after the another petals open and a rose is grown.
The secret is very close,
You can keep it at your heart.
The rose is a silence.
The rose is a colour of the light.
A bunch of rose is a glory.
The secret who does know,
Who is in love.
The fragrance, the style.
The muteness makes a person a poet for a while.