Black, a colour
Black, like ink
Black, how I’m dressed
Black, makes the soul forget
Black, makes the heart feel dead
Black, the way I feel on the inside
Black, a state of mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Despite the simplicity of your write and the repetition of the word black (a form I do not approve of) , the content is interesting and attractive.