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Black Paper - Roses Dark red color - Bloody Roses...



Hello...........
What do you think of black roses?
Do you like them or just hate them??And why for what reason??
Do you remind of them bad or good memories....Maybe the first thing you pass in front of you is an gruesome idea but why are you think of sad memories in your mind ?
Black roses (roses of black color) do not exist in nature as such, but nevertheless they are often featured in fiction with many different meanings such as the "black magic", "barkarole", "black beauty" and "baccara" and death varieties of roses. The flowers commonly called black roses are actually a very dark red color.In flower code, black roses to most people signify death, or hatred. But it also means farewell. Black rose means revenge to a foe or wanting to kill someone. However, because a black rose is virtually impossible to procure, it can also mean pure love. A black rose can also mean rebirth, though this is less known.


Dark red color..Known as Bloody Roses...
While i was listening music two days ago in a karaoke party where i sang "Where The Wild Roses Grow"by Kylie Minogue & Nick Cave i got the idea to make an article about Dark Red Roses known as Black roses..sO I decided to Write some info about these "BLACK" BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS and to find one poem shows their rarely beauty.. I chose randomly one poem while i was searching in the net ..This poem is called Black Paper Roses by Carole Cookie Arnold...Thx for the beautiful poem.



Black Paper Roses

A hidden city

Anchored spirits born of faithless treason
When during the night seized his reason.
Black paper roses with vibrant red petals
Glass pollen stamens filled with costly metals.

Nightmares haunting the depths of his soul
As droplets of sweat down his cheeks roll.
Holy Angels arrive engulfed within his dream
Wrapped in moonlight keeping his soul clean

Whisking him to a hidden city floating on high
Safe from the shadows and their evil eye's.
Fragrance of Emmaus mixed with hyacinths
A new day dawns entering their providence.

Even as we slumber our hearts are protected
Tis never a moment when we are rejected.
Slumber within his hidden city up above
A place so pristine where all you find is love



Carole Cookie Arnold

Copyright ©2006 Carole Cookie Arnold


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