Rose as black as coal.
A wondrous contradiction.
Beauty where others could never see.
Pain where it's normal left hidden.
Rose as black as coal.
The rose does not know of it's beauty.
It only strives to live.
And who can blame it?
But we gaze at it's beauty in awe.
It strikes our very heart with delight.
Rose as black as coal.
Author notes
This is an old poem did so long ago I couldn't even say how young I was, but it's one of my favorites so I thought it'd be a nice place to start! Really want to improve my work! The image is drawn by me. Thanks for any comments in advance.
Please critic if you can!
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"The rose does not know of it's beauty..It only strives to live"
You evoke such thought with this write...I can only say...Keep penning and posting!


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omg i love this it is so true u are a geat writer keep up the great writing =]


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I love this.................
this section in particular:
The rose does not know of it's beauty.
It only strives to live.
And who can blame it?
amazing.
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Oh, my. Thank you!
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