White Rose II
White rose sits in a shadow, on a vine.
It suddenly crumbles before true eye.
Black carcass shows what’s no longer divine.
The child cries for him who says good-bye.
A kiss for him who says hello to Rose.
A red blossom budding in her white heart.
The red blossum, secret to be kept close.
Sheets of white cotton to be torn apart.
White Rose sits in a shadow, near a vine.
The Shadow crumbles, showing her the light.
White rose among the red, oh so divine…
Only to be shown what is the black night.
Black carcass laying among sharpened thorn…
A kiss for the blossom from white rose born.
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