The color Black

Sun, 11/04/2018 - 04:03 -- Errenz

Black is serious and mysterious

Just like my friend Jariuos.

Black is the color of a suit,

A Businessman would use.

Black is what you see

When you slip and fall to your death in a nightmare.

Is a sign to go inside,

Late at night when the street lights turn on outside.

Black is a color of a raisin,

Black is a color of a fabric curtain,

Black is a color of a cabin,

But not a color of a pumpkin.

Black is the name only in one day,

When everything is on sale,

On a Friday.

Black is describe as evil,

Cruel,

And Powerful,

But who cares,

I think is beautiful.

 

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