sâmbătă, 17 ianuarie 2009

Snow and Black Roses

Snow and Black Roses
The hard cold wind blow-ed,
across the white snow,
and the winter heart looks happy,
but only darkness grows,
where the black roses grew.
A shadow passed across the white snow,
giving a feeling of dread and fear,
upon the vast empty land,
only echoing whispers,
on the cold snow,
then the black roses gave up the ghost and died,
the shadow picked-up the withered black roses,
held them close to his chest,
as if giving back their life,
gentled laid them back on the white snow,
to see if they would grow,
all that was heard were only,
whispers on the cold snow....

-by Cold

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