The Black Rose
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I am a black rose
live in the thorn
still I do not impute God
who has made me to live in
My beauty does not obsolesce
due to my blackness
does not obnubilate the atmosphere
impoverish my fragrance
I am overweening in the garden
amongst the flower of multi-colors
like the damsel of a poet
who visualize my beauty and fragrance.
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