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Dec 2015
Black is emptiness,
waiting to be filled,  
origin and end ..
solid coal,  shining,
ready to embrace the flame..
Abyss,  vertigo,  
spinning disc of nothingness ready to swallow my soul...

Inspire fear in me it does not...
Anymore than the tiny streaks of colour,  
white waiting in the wings to strike pain..
Take me in O lovely Black..
Stretch me end to end,  
show me the vastness of your length,  
depth and spaces between..
Be one with me.. Lest someone colour me Red.
Written by
ajit patel  Cochin
(Cochin)   
697
   Ramin Ara and ---
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