a dark rose growing from a dark <br />concrete crevice of <br />this deserted building <br />on a dark night <br />spreading its dark petals <br />for dark dreams <br /> <br /> <br />on a fine morning <br />when darkness <br />is gone <br />the dark rose <br />comes out in the open <br />to meet the sun <br />embracing it <br />with so much light <br />turning into something <br />sort of a blood reddish <br />colored rose <br />something like <br />glowing <br /> <br />but still dark <br />like the one last night.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-rose/
