THE BLACK ROSE
A black rose, just hatched,
Flowers white in the sun and cold autumn
Crumbling under flowers of different colors,
So beautiful, so brilliant, ...
She chokes and spines strained
Dark realism too pure, too hard,
To the ominous sky and offered, they sharpen ...
A black rose, strange, silent,
Waved toward the sun, petals, soft and dark,
Worthy one day, the next unworthy
Dark petals inevitable, always incredulous,
Above the gray souls, pearls dawn skeptics
Dripping cynical about dark thoughts,
Gaunt and pale, bitter in their lives.
