by Kizzel T. Mina

The biggest star tears the black blanket

A black parade from somewhere started

The dark music of silence was heard

Last black steps to the grave

Dew on leaves, black clouds painted

A black dress wrapped her –

Completely embraced her blackness –

In a complete black concurrence

Raindrops breakdown from gripping above

But would never washed the blackness inside

Black coated heart contained by the black casket

Black, numb, broken, and dead

She took the last steps towards the sepulcher –

Of the heart once alive and contented

The black haven where it would lay forever

Bid farewell, as she placed on top a black flower.

March 3, 2012


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