Blues and Blacks

Some days are more blue than the others.
Some days are green and some are red!
But the nights are just black.
Getting blacker with each sunset.
With no light of the star or the moon,
Reaching down and piercing the thick black night.

When does it become white?
What happened to the light?
How long do I grope in the dark,
Trying to see, trying to feel…
How long do I wait?
For the sun to rise again…
For flowers to bloom again…


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