Black Things
(c) 5/16/21 - Jeffery F. B. Hess - All Rights Reserved.
BLACK THINGS
(c) 5/16/21 - Jeffery F. B. Hess - All Rights Reserved.
Black is the night that holds our dreams.
Black clad are the stagehands behind the scenes.
Black is all colors, you and me.
Black needs light to see and light needs black to be seen.
Black and fierce was the Galilee sea
While the voice of light slept peacefully.
Black isn’t just darkness, it’s the cycle of things.
Black text I hope brings you light, love, and sweet harmony.
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