The Black Rose

What shadows hide
You’re dreaming petals?
Ebony strains, pure
Blackness never seen.
You pimpernel rose
Will elusive be your name.
Entwined with brother’s white
So many hearts to flutter.
A dream of Martin Luther King,
Love seeps in roots together
An emblem for embrace.
The African star will not suffice,
To buy your knotted gait,
But to see your wonder
Afore I die,
I hope natures
Not too late.

poem by Ken e Hall
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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