B-Lack Poem by Theo Scott

B-Lack

A continent,
Over two thousand mother tongues.

A color,
Over one hundred thirty four shades of luminance.

Like Gemstones
It sparkles..

Soaked in the sun's laundry
Magically esoteric

Gods finest and perfect
Works of ceramics

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Theo Scott 08 January 2024

M black and original

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