Poem By Ya MUM

Black is the night sky
the colour of an adult fly.
Black is a cloud of hail
Black is the writing, written on the mail

Black can be many things
things that are big, things that are small
Black are the snakes,
that slowly, very slowly crawl

Black is all around us,
it’s even in our eyes
Black is the colour,
When your death arrives

Comments about Black

as marvin says is may b filled with rainbows and glee but in the end it's just black and bleak..~hazel
So true, life is made up of black realities.

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