Two Roses

This poem explains one of my views on life

The Rose so red

Placed on the graves of the dead

The Rose so sweet

Wilted, lying at your feet

The Rose so full

Slowly, it dulls

This Rose so red

Now it is dead

Covered With dew

The Rose is born anew

The Black Rose

Slowly it grows

The Rose of hate

It seals your fate

The Rose so dull

Taker of souls

This Black Rose of Death

Thrives with every hateful breath

When the Red rose fell

The Black rose, rose from hell

Author's Note

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[Luv Always Finds Me]

This is Beautifly written.