Black Rose
His unique form never show demeanor
Something inverted and reversed meticulously
It was a missing creater
Cease to Increase this was unseen from the persons' vision
The half of it created images
Yet this has the meaning the other way around
As is still never been seen by the creator
Where petals torn
'It was black' I noted
YOU ARE READING
The Silent Whisper
PoetryPoems from my dearest heart, mind and soul and my hands of fire.
