Hidden; as they say, it was,
And sometimes dead they calls,
But I've seen her glow within.
As darkness held her, she knew
Maybe she'd better hide in shades
Rather than blooming in few.
But as the winter passes by,
And here's the spring sky
The black rose still blooms
Like a newborn bird wishes to fly!
Brilliantly presented. Well inked poem. I like to rate: a grand 10 for the sharing......
Brilliantly presented. Well inked poem. I like to rate a grand 10 for this sharing....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome dedication with some fantastic lines... The black rose still blooms Like a newborn bird wishes to fly!