Roses are Black
The gleaming petals sway
Bright blue that mirrors the sky
Which shines hundreds of miles away
A lone flower waiting to die
Having lived such a remarkable life
This fine flower turned like coal
Could not keep up to stay alive
Lost control of its shattered soul
What so healthy was, sick it is
Once glimmer now formed to dust
Never getting to be his
Blown away by a strong gust
Disappearing through the air
Clock reaches the thousand hour
Being remembered by its stare
Only a memory of a single flower
Now peacefully it lies
Happy tears it starts to cry
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