Black rose

A little work I did on 4-20-20-

THE BLACK ROSE

A cure for the most torture souls
Blooms in a garden of a thousand rows
In the land beyond time lies the truth that no one knows

Where there are flowers instead of corn
And song birds instead of crows
Where the gates of heaven open and the eyes of hell close
Where the seas flower with love wherever hate flows
Now all the hate in my heart glows
Where good streams flow and flowers grow
And you may be pure again with the power of the black rose

BY JORGE A RODRIGUEz
“The heart with a thousand scars”