The Black Rose
it wa s the black rose that had died but the thornes remained with there sting, the rose has pedals that shrivel and fall , like the worms that crawl, a rose with all its fragrance , soon that will go too. itbeauty is beauitful its touch is light but soon will be out of site. the black rose unlike the other colors is stronger in its life .,but will have its day also of its own darkness.
Copyright © Rochelle Smith | Year Posted 2012
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