a dark rose growing from the dark
concrete crevice of
this deserted building
on this dark night
spreading its petals of darkness
for a dreamer dark dream
on a fine morning
when the darkness
is gone
the dark rose
comes out in the open
to meet the sun
to embrace it’s light
with so much light
turning into something
of a reddish blood
coloured rose
something glowing like
the blood of pain
but still dark
like the one last night.
Dark represent no gloom or pain. every flower greet the sun to boom. good write....10
Such a great imagery you have put here in a short yet lovely piece...10+
A rose that falls or grows A bloom tat taints your essence A rise that call Fight for the nutrients for all And fight the pain until the lights shine for powerful A rose for you for letting me read your wonderful words
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I would like to translate this poem
Good work. I didn't like the repetition in it at first, but it grew on me, and on reflection I think it works.