What color am I? Am I red, pink, white, oh wait I am black...
Black is the color of many dark secret places and or ideas, which we may never want to enter...
So why do I feel like I am a black rose? Do I have secrets hidden so deep that no one can even sense them?
I wish I were a red and or a white rose. Those two colors can mean many of things but what you find the most is that of marriage...
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i am not a rose because rose is used to signify a girl or a woman but rest assured that I am not a thorn... nice write!
'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.' Your bouquet is multi-colored. Life is a combination of light and darkness, joy and sorrow, happiness and suffering. May you have the white rose in life that you desire. Great poem! Keep on writing!