SIRF Siyah / BLACK

2001

BLACK

A pine green pyre, a forest, the Sun’s orange flame touched,

The cave conquered, grey fog filled the air,

On the surface of a light pink pillow it flowed,

Through a dark tunnel the Time inhaled,

Liquefied in azure skies, rained down,

Parted paths, slowly plains washed,

Melted mountains down to a caramel pond,

Chugged a cherry cheeked sane lush.

Stars exploded sizzling red, blue, yellow,

Only left a lack of white,

All the tunes of universes combined,

Shone upon the canvas as black bright light.

Just a limb was it all take,

To turn back to tranquil fight

Of Him. For Him, it no difference make.

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