Black
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Where beauty and grim
births a delight
A grandeur that makes light jealous
She is always on the guest list
She occupies the void
In her emptiness
She is filled with mystery
glittering like gold
Yet considered an odious ardour
she is a distress feeling
a storm with gloomy clouds
Still under her protection and comfort
There can be happy endings
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Cool
I enjoyed the first part but got confused towards the ending.
You said
And then
Were you referring to the same person in both couplets?
Yes I am still referring to the same thing personified as a she
This one really makes you think, what is she? comes to mind, great writing thank you
She is black. She is a colour. Actually it is all about the colour black
Well I never saw that.
@dante31...I wish i could get into your head a take a peek at the way you think. What inspired this post?
I remembered some poems I wrote on colours so I thought I should continue with the colour series
Here are some others
red
blue
Thank you @dante31
no need to thank me for upvoting your post. Others may see your comment as a spam then flag it. Nice spaghetti by the way. It looks yummy
Oshey!!! My favorite poet
Good writing tho
Thanks dear