Black Rind
BLACK RIND
The scorching sun can’t dilute it’s tone
The tears neither can wash the dark away
No cream does the blackening, it’s indigenous
Insects and flies pose no harm to the tar.
The colour that defines majesty and endurance
The complexion that holds the magic
The magic that pans deleterious effulgence
Being in forests, deserts, ice grounds……….,
The magic still remains
by Mashallo Samilo
Copyright © Mashallo Samilo | Year Posted 2018
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