THE BLACK ROSE

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.


A black rose, finally hatched,
Observe the sky without light, and warms its petals, soft
Lost, fragile, in a sunbeam cold
She dreams ..., Noble, and right, she always smiled,
Under the yoke of neuroses obscure killer,
The Black Rose smiled, ever, blissfully,
She screams his indifference, and sometimes rage at night.

Seeking well-being in nothingness mysterious
In the light of his inner light and golden
Energetic light and sacred, eternal crystal
The Black Rose, delighted and obscure,
She always opens biggest and living
Under the 'almost divine light of love'.
The black rose is love in any her ecstasy.

@Kamel Heiouil