The Black Rose
When I see a rose I see love and pain. When a rose blossom I see what beauty we have in this world.
when a rose petal fallen I see what have fallen in this world. When I prick my finger on a thorn I see the pain in this world.
When I see the blood from my finger I see the blood we shed in this world. When the rose dies I see all the death in this world.
Copyright © Colleen Jones | Year Posted 2013
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