Out ov colors is condition in past,
When newborn Universe made first steps,
That unique state now should be cast
Away 'cause men eventually suffer death.
Lightless walking is too pity,
Morbid shadows are meant to seduce,
Happy is one, who sage and witty,
Thin line between incredibly use.
Nightmare creatures have no mercy,
Don't chake hands, Dear, with 'em.
Nigritude makes thy heart coarsen,
Thou never win in raptor game.
To the middle ov Nowhere and Back,
Journey of life shouldn't end in the Black.
Black Rose Sonnet
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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