Black –

A color as dark as night,

a concept as abstract as day,

a tune as solemn as death,

descends over a cape town.

A long march carries a rhythmless murmur

over the span of 8 hours

of the flashback of 50 years.

Fog eludes in an attempt to protect the last

breath of the dark knight,

whose tireless nights churned

economies.

education.

health.

what matters most, the synergy of a nation.

Far beyond the horizon that

no one predicted.

Black,

is the last day of mourning

for a great man whose love,

no passion

no devotion

is tangible in numbers, in words, in tears.

Rest now, as

Black

turns into violet, into rose, into mandarin, into a new day.

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