the color of
sad.
Black
is black
as shadow dark.
Inside
the color
ink:
a spot
of red.
Something
to be
healed.
Beneath
the pit:
the door.
The circumference
of black hole
radiates white.
Beneath
disease:
the cure.
A lesson
to learn.
All experience
pure.
Love
is pink.
I know fire.
Beneath
hard fear:
great desire.
Sad
the color
of sad.
What is
joy was
once mad.
My tears
burst into
laughter.
love this poem. Perfect ending to your book!
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