BlackA Poem by Blossomjust about the color
A color of extreme wonders
it calms me to the bones the raven are that very color as they fly towards the darkening sky even though they're navy blue their feathers are the color of Ash Black, is what my heart is closed off from the world hardened like a rock it no longer beats or moves, the night is this very color even as the stars twinkle but people argue is black is really a color? To me Black is anything to me Black is everything after all it's the color of my heart © 2010 BlossomAuthor's Note
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