The roses are black, my mind is blank,
The half light half dark girl in the corner is lonely,
So I wonder towards her and she turns black like coal,
I step away, Far away, The light returns,
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A great poem with deep thoughts, I like. We are in dark times where everything seems okay even when its not okay.
From the dark ages, through the years of enlightenment, to dark times. Good poem, expressive and mysterious.