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Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Black Rose (trying my hand on Sonnet)


The Black Rose

Your eyes reflects the sky
In mid day light
Your fragrance is the spring in May
Your  heart is like a mid night

You act like a queen
Treat them like a commoner
Pretend you have never been
And deny  your own mother

You are a rose
With so much thorn
You are a lady with no grace
You are as cruel as your man

You are a lady in bloom
A black rose in bloom

2 comments:

Balqis said...

Steph, this is great! Love reading it. Keep posting! :)

Stephaine said...

thanks a lot!
balqis!
I guess If I have a fans club you will be the resident hehehe!
thanks.... it means a lot to me...

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