The Black Country
This morning the sky was on fire -
Blue elephants and pink champagne,
Melting into golden orange,
Like the golden sand of holiday beaches…..
Suddenly broken by industrial black,
Guaranteed to spoil any scenic illusions you may have.
And yet, in its own way
Black is beautiful.
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