Black is the colour of my tiny brother’s intellect, the grey streaks in my mom’s hair. Black is the color of my yellow cousin’s smile, the scards on my neighbor’s wrinkled face…if tomorrow’s black poetry is not going to Describe what exactly is but BE it then pens are going to be electric powered with experience igniting along with the

The poetical metres of each age vary Based on the requirements of your time period. At first we find the short metre of the Odes properly adapted towards the needs of a less complicated civilisation. Slowly, as Culture gets to be much more complicated, the verse requirements develop until last but not least the 5 and 7-character line from the T‘a