Black Rose - Poem by Josefina Martinez
High up in a tower,
There I sit and bloom like a flower.
but I was blooming in the dark night,
I was away from the light.
My roots have rotten,
My petals have fallen.
I was once blooming lively.
But now, I'm blooming and becoming deadly
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