Color
Who will know your skin color when you die
Isn't it those who knew you?
All colors came because of one dye.
Those who were before you
Knew that diversity brings beauty.
How beautiful is blue
When it is in White.
How lovely is black
When it is mixed with Light.
White is Light
Black is Dark.
You need both.
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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