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Black and white

Posted to Action Poetry

Life was so much
better in the black and white
we held our eyelids
closed to see colours
they leaped from
the brain to our eyes
and enchanted these young senses
while playing guitar
on a white-lit beach

Now you have faded
into grey,
and my eyes
support all colours
...i'd rather have them all
death and be with you
'cause what good are they to me?
your grave is black
and your soul is white...