La rosa misteriosa,
su espina clava
y sangra gota a gota
para amar
en cuerpo y alma
en el jardín,
donde brota.
Rolando Gabrielli2025
A rose of mystery,
its thorn draws near—
and with each drop it sheds,
love grows sincere.
It bleeds not in vain,
but with soul and with flesh,
in the garden unseen,
where sorrows enmesh—
and beauty is born
afresh.
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Hermosooo poema! La rosa y su amado jardín.
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