Once, a question arose, curiosity unfurled,
"Why always the black heart?" in this colorful world,
I smiled and said, in words so plain,
"Because it mirrors my life, my joy, my pain."The black, my favorite color, bold and true,
A palette of emotions, varying in hue,
Its depth unmatched, its essence pure,
In its profound simplicity, I find a cure.It suits my life, fits my attitude well,
A symbol of strength, of tales to tell,
A testament of resilience in the tempest of strife,
The black heart, a reflection of my life.Its darkness isn't a void, but a galaxy vast,
Where stars of hope, in silence, are cast,
It's the quiet ink, penning my story,
The black heart, my badge of glory.It whispers of battles, of moments where,
In the face of adversity, I dared to stare,
Not a symbol of sorrow, but a triumph song,
For those who're strong, who to themselves belong.The black heart is more than an emoji, a sign,
It's the echo of my soul, the more I align,
In its depth, its mystery, its subtle grace,
I find a mirror, that reflects my face.So, when you see, this heart so black,
Know it's my soul's echo, it doesn't lack,
Its black is rich, vibrant, and free,
A symbol of the pride, in being me.
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Whispers of the Soul: A Symphony of Verses
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