Dark Rose
a dark rose growing from the dark
concrete crevice of
this deserted building
on this dark night
spreading its petals of darkness
for a dreamer dark dream
on a fine morning
when the darkness
is gone
the dark rose
comes out in the open
to meet the sun
to embrace it's light
with so much light
turning into something
of a reddish blood
coloured rose
something glowing like
the blood of pain
but still dark
like the one last night.
poem by Suelynn Walters
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