Black Rose
The deepest burgundy I have ever seen
The soberest black ever
So dense..so mysterious
but still dont show its loving quiver.
The velvety touch
not resembling to hatred much
The silk of my heart it sways
Mysterious yet like a gorgeous love in heaven it was made
Like a diamond it shone in the endless sky
and the beautiful scent of its prickling cry..
takes my heart in hollow
Neither owned by someone
no needed to be borrowed.
In the barren land, I walk
touching the earth with my toes
But yet it blooms intoxicatently inside me as it was a black rose.
(Thanks guyz 4 reading d poem..ur precious time means a lot!)
Copyright © Aanika Aery | Year Posted 2016
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