Black roses
Her fingers spread
Black roses hang
in melancholic grip
And of her touch
of no remorse
pale fingers stitch
The frozen white of lace
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Her fingers spread
Black roses hang
in melancholic grip
And of her touch
of no remorse
pale fingers stitch
The frozen white of lace
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DESMOND CHILDS
Wed 12th Dec 2018 15:04
Hi, Ghazala, Damon,Big Sal,Anya,Taylor and Suko. Thanks for the likes and taking time to read my poem.
All the best des