Uncategorized B: Black Posted by ipsyb on April 2, 2016April 1, 2016 Black is my colour black is my night black is the ink with which I write words that keep you near words that keep you alive black is the grief I cling to black is my white. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like Loading...
ipsita banerjee 
Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you!
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Great poem. So moving. I love watching the water at night with it’s black inkiness and perhaps the light of the moon shimmering as it moves. So spiritual.
xx Rowena
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yes, the moon belly dancing on the sea at night… love the visual that throws up in my mind!
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Oh amazing poem! The last line is beyond beautiful!
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Thank you!
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good to have some poetry to read and contemplate on my morning blog hop
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Thanks, hope to run into you again soon.
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Black is my white. How beautiful:)
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Thank you! 🙂
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great poem
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Thanks 🙂
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welcome
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