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A Rainbowś Colour Has no Black, or

Where did the colour come from.

That now fills the trees?

Was't we a slumber?

And it happened in our sleep?

Or are we just blind ?

We seldom see, 

natures, wonder, of what surrounds.

As life's omnipresent darkness . 

Keeps ones, head, permanently.... bowed. 

We become oft, blinkered, and so miss.

But, on we go,..... each day.

Feared to look up, to check the skies.

Hunched, and scurrying. 

As we wait.

For the sound.......

For the screams......

For death..... to visit, kill and maim.

Eyes void of dreams.

Which now only see .... All life.

As black,

And

White.

Giajl © Jim Love