Poetry: In Shadows Blooms; The Black Rose's Story
Delve into the Mysterious World of 'A Black Rose
By Thina Muhammad AliPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read
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I am like a black rose,
Neither bloomed nor even dead.
To viewers, I am unique,
For having me would be a false dream.
The deeper my color, the purer my inner beauty,
No one can possess me,
For my worth is priceless.
I am evergreen, some may say,
But no one has asked about the pain I bear.
I am like a messy riddle,
One that no one can solve.
I am a dark home
Where not a single candle is lit.
I always prefer loneliness,
As the crowd scared me.
Loneliness taught me,
I am by my own in my beautiful journey.
I am a black rose,
Neither bloomed nor even dead.
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Thina Muhammad Ali
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Comments (1)
This was so poignant and relatable! Very beautifully written!