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Black Colour
Black Colour
In the night, where whispers cloak the day,
Lies the sovereign black, in its silent ballet.
A canvas of the stars, draped in cosmic sheen,
A depth so profound, where the unseen is seen.
It's the ink on the page, where thoughts freely dance,
The end and beginning, in a timeless expanse.
A shadow's embrace, where secrets are kept,
In the folds of the black, where light has wept.
It's the strength of the storm, in the sky's heavy sigh,
The feather of the raven, slicing through t
he sky.
A colour not just seen, but proudly felt,
In the black, life's complexities melt.
A protector of dreams, in the hush of the night,
Black, the colour of resolute might.
It's the hue of elegance, in the night's soft kiss,
A universe within, an abyss of bliss.
The black colour has, a mystery unwrapped,
A paradox of nothing, less beautifully trapped.
In this ode to the dark, where all colours blend,
Black remains, both foe and friend.
