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Black.
[i]The blackness of night
the grimness of love.
All that seems to be light-
Is darkened by the depths of hate and above.
The coldness of ice;
The burning of fire,
Everything that will suffice
Will soon be under desire.
Nothing in life
will be as golden
Because the burning of fire and ice
is all that will be held in.
Published 26th Jan 2012
| Edited 29th Sep 2016
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12th Feb 2012 11:51pm
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Putting a colour into words is never easy, but giving it a personality, is like introducing a storm to flood?
Stating the obvious will not always work; Neverless it is stricking to think of something out of the ordinary.
Putting a colour into words is never easy, but giving it a personality, is like introducing a storm to flood?
Stating the obvious will not always work; Neverless it is stricking to think of something out of the ordinary.
