The Black Rose
Alone in a sea of reds, whites, pinks, & even blues, there is The Black Rose.
While everyone picked dozens of the others, alone it stands, but feels no sorrow.
The Black Rose knows not joy, nor pain, it doesn't get jealous or angry, yet it never lets go.
It stands tall and erect in rain or snow, with it's head held high, waving as the wind blows.
From it's darkened tint, you could never see, the beauty and life, that it holds.
For all of those who are blind to see, may this story let you know.
The Black Rose
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