Black skin – A beast of dreams

My skin defines the colour of the earth,
It's like the night, squid inky black,
With a silver prestine moon shining over it,
Brightly lit with contours of shadow.
Yes I am a beast of dreams,
This skin whose essence is made of honey and gold
From centuries after centuries
The value was lost and sold .
I am the finest of beauty
with a dark alabaster skin ,
Walking silently through showy mountains
And hills ,
Black is a colour beyond all colours
My skin colour is a void which has nothing to
Express but still expressive .
This colour is a symbol of glory and victory
Untold story of prosperity in the past of history
Black is the fear stronger than the wind ,
Black is the not only thing that won't leave us
In the end,
My skin and my hairs holds the power of gravity
Yes I am magical because my skin is black,
In this infinite universe of spiral galaxy.

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