The Colour Black
Black is not the colour
that you carry all round
to suit the rococo ground
Black is not just beautiful
it's the haunting memory
the big pool
of rococo fantasy;
It's not the playing ground
for harmony
to stay with you
He's playing 'round
the corners
playing 'round the colours
that won't suit your mood
Black is not just beautiful
Copyright © Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday | Year Posted 2013
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