The Black Rose
What shadows hide
your dreaming petals?
Ebony srtains, pure
blackness never seen.
You Pimpernel rose
will elusive
be your name.
Entwined with brothers white
so many hearts
to flutter.
A dream of Martin
Luther king
love seeps
in roots together.
An emblem for embrace.
The African star
will not suffice,
to buy your knotted gait.
But to see your wonder
afore I die,
I hope natures
not too late.
Copyright © Ken Hall | Year Posted 2005
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