Black is the silence stretched upon your soul. Aging significantly with every passing moment, strong are its ties within you, without you.
Black is the colour of light shining in the solace of your room. Shattering every facade of surroundings, dead is its illusion inside you, outside you.
Black is blue, bluer than all ideas written across your face. Shadowing every line with comfort, alive is its darkness between you and me.
6 comments:
black is not a lack
it's just
all the colors dancing together
that's why it's so heavy...
silence is not a setback
it's just
all the sounds telling the truth
that's why it's so heavy...
another by frost:
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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love the premise for your blog... will check back my friend... and will add you to my blogroll for others to see...
very heavy... been waiting for updates... more... more... i demand more... :)
ah crap! and here i was thinking that silence speaks volumes
:)
I enjoyed this poem.
Thought provoking and quite lovely, you.
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