Black rose inked on lily-white skin
Can’t hide your translucent soul.
I see through the façade
To the petals within, petals
Blowing in the wind. Transitory,
Illusory, your beauty
Something you don’t believe in.
Something you don’t realise
Is carried within.
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Originally Published 28 September 2017