People of black

Under the sky of black,
And the earth of black —
There are people of same, sons of darkness…

Black blood in those people,
But they search for the love.
Those love, that can save from a grief,
That can turn their black days into colour…

Have no time for the life such a people,
So, as they never could love…
Such a kind has their only a spite,
That in souls of black lived forever…

Under the sky of black,
And the earth of black —
There are people of same, just like us…


People of black, ?There will be no second chance?, S. Tsormudyan.