The Black Velvet
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Barry Middleton
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I walk in the sunlight
but I am weak and sad
I write sad poetry
as an evening prayer
but giving up denial
does not mean giving up
the black velvet waits
it is royal and wise
it saw the birth of light
the death of empire
there is no sadness
but only moons and stars
darkness hides creation
as it recreates itself
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