Black is a deafening silence
as the hearse is laid to rest
yet black does not entice violence
a sobbing prayer describes it best
Black has many regrets
she feels overwhelmingly anxious
over and over she frets
realizing sorrow has no sanctions
Black is a beautiful sight
for nothing is bright without the dark
so black defines the light
like a depressing remark
Black is the smell of a lonely rose
at a saddening, mournful event
a strong nightly gust blows
spreading the sorrowful scent
Sugary licorice, quite a sweet treat
and of course, blackberries in a pie
like a picnic black is bittersweet
but surely it is never dry
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Pondering Hues
PuisiA collection of my color-themed poetry. (Any suggestions for more colors or general feedback would be awesome)
