Black Rose

Roses are dusk sisters. They start blooming when sun is rising, And, opening, they are laughing and crying … Author unknown

Roses are dusk sisters.
They start blooming when sun is rising,
And, opening, they are laughing and crying …
Author Unknown

The rose,

Sucks the water in,

Draws its beauty from the tonic within,

Catches the eye,

Inspires thought,

The essence of romance,

Petals of black silk,

Velvet and dense,

On dusk they bloom,

In twilight drops of dew,

Form tiny beads of adore,

One by one they fall,

Turn to dirt,

Seep into the earth,

Become nature once more.

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