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Bouquet of Black Roses
Essence glows from the night of starry eyes.
As when they are closed,
a new day will wake from distant cries.
I think too much,
as the calm winds turn to rain.
Each drop indicating its stylish mood.
How wicked the night,
slipping onto ice; falling slowly.
Such a cold, cold heart,
has left me its betrayal.
Not a drop of warmth to color my cheeks,
nor a splash of love to move my heart.
Lying above a frozen lake,
clouds of breath weather through the chilled breeze.
With a glance over,
to feel the only warmth I had.
Strolling tears made their way,
across my face.
Eyes once focused,
a bouquet of black roses lay next to me.
Cold, still, and yet beautiful;
drained of love and in full mourning.
Classic beauty grasped it's true form.
Bouquet of black roses,
bundled close to my heart.
For a path of prints break the snow,
searching for a world I call Red.
hmmm like it very much... inspiring a lot...it's very sweet and professionally done this poem with deep idea... yeah I am not wrong if I again say it that you are good poet with new subjects to express... sharing it if you will also like my expression of love based peace thoughts also( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with.... afzal shauq ) I am sure my this famous say will be satisfying your every worry about the humanity and social life and even friendship...yeah is the only answer to your questions raising in your mind about the happiest collective life.... yeah... we belong to same family of Adam...and we are true cousins..good friend...go on and on...
(a bouquet of black roses lay next to me.
Cold, still, and yet beautiful;)
wut a wonderfull thoughts into that speech...
keepin movin
Moving! High with emotional recharge! Captivating!
"Did not our heart burn within us?" ~Luke 24:32