The black rose grows to wither it sways with the wind, it trys to fade but finds no way out all alone it stands hard as a stone
in this world it cant seem to please.
Slowly it bleeds the pain of regret, and how it's trying to forget all
the pain the world has put it through.
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Very dark poem...about death.if you get a chance please read my RAINBOW IN MOTION HAIKUS.Thank you. I gave a ten.