Moonlight glowed
In that unholy shrine
As the rain fell
Rapid tears of Heavens
Flowing through
The cracks of the Earth
The roses
As dark as Ebony
The carbon lives
Mismatched
Abnormality concedes
In everything but
Standards
Carbon roses
Trying to carry their weight
Chip
On
Their
Shoulders
As the bloomed in Spring
to face Winter
When the pure white Lillies
were Royalty
When the roses,
Black not red,
Were Beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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