… Black Is Hope…

The darkness of the night

Dooming and receding.

Don’t talk black, they tell me.

Well, the inky, the black, the dark,

Is the most beautiful.

For the candle flames, 

When electricity is not their,

Tell me how, 

When all is dead, when all seems hopeless,

The only path left now is,

Light peeping inside, 

Touching the darkness,

Illuminating, waiting, to let you walk

Walk and follow.

©err1585

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