~Black Rose~
Beauty wild
fragrance sweet
Is it left out?
As a dew drop falls
like the tears we shatter
We wonder to ourselves
was it really nature
who made this Rose black?
Or was it our ugly,
our sorrow,
hate and anger.
Why must the rose take hate?
Our life is like the Black Rose.
Unable to choose our own destiny.
Unable to choose our lives beautiful.
Our Black Rose.
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