Black, Please – A Sonnet

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Black is a solid one
It has no shades—just black
Proudly it stands—afraid of none
And of style it has no lack.

Cryptic, resolute and bold
It need not say a word
With the subconscious in its hold
Lines can become blurred

Black releases back no light
It swallows all the tints
And seals them tight, with all its might
Not one shade will it relent

Black takes all—and yet it offers
Many gifts from secret coffers

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