Black Is

by marycathleenclark53

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Black is . . .
The color of infinity
The color of a new-moon night
The color of secrecy
The color of a dream that never takes flight

Black is . . .
The color of a broken heart
The color of a demented mind
The color of an empty life
The color left behind

Black is . . .
The color I breathe
The color I see
The color I taste
The color that owns me

For black is . . .
Me

Photo: Morguefile

5 Comments to “Black Is”

  1. How profound and evocative.

  2. Bravo, I love the way you ended this. Black is many things. Depends on the individual’s perception. It is so nice following you. A pleasure to read your work.

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