Many do consider,
Black to be a color,
Because you mix all colors,
In order to create black.
Others do consider,
There's a color as white,
Because white light comprises,
All hues in visible light.
But, my friend! I've realized,
Black is the absence of light,
In the complete darkness,
Neither black nor white.
Black! whether it is a color,
Or not; it is so different,
When it comes to the color
Of, your lovely beloved pet.
Yes, She was so black ,
As black as a black hole,
When she has gone far away,
No, there's no black can be seen.
When there is no black,
Nor you can find white,
That will bring sorrow,
To your lonely life.
Her deep sad voice,
Innocent blurred eyes,
Large drooping ears,
Always made my tears!
There's a side in heaven,
A place called Rainbow Bridge,
Beyond that you see a beautiful place,
That's the place where now she is in.
Her one and only friend,
Cries at every dusk and dawn,
In an agony of pain,
Unaware of no reply again.
Thanks! Jay Wennington for this lovely photo on Unsplash.
