The Color Black

Deep black, like the night with no moon.
Somber dirgeful, grave, morose tune.
Ebon flower, dahlia's late bloom.
Pretty blossom.
Placed near stone crypt, by near cold tomb.
Life's gone, awesome.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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