She knew nothing but the black
She rose, to the shining yellow
She pushed, but with hands
She fought, but to gain
She heaved, but with resolve
She tore the black, but with rage
She awed the orange, but with a blink
She leaped at the orange, but forgot to let go
She got pushed, back to the deepest black
She again knew nothing but the black
She rose, not with stable legs
She pushed, not with strong hands
She fought, not to gain
She heaved, not with resolve
She blew the black, all with a smile
She burst the bubble, all with a smile
She saw orange, and she twirled
She saw chaos, but she twirled
She twirled, to the chaotic tune
She knew only dark order, so she twirled ……with a smile.
She blew the black with a smile She burst the bubble She saw orange.. Thought invoking poem.. You may like my poem.. Beauty in black
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a beautiful start, Fname Lname. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks