Black Is Unhappy

by Goran Rahim

I have seen many beauties,
Many eyes,
Many smiles,
I have seen many angels,
Many flowers,
Many birds.

But that night
I saw a different flower,
And
Two non forgettable eyes.

That night,
My eyes were
In search of
The black outfit girl
When
The red color stole their ray.

I was waiting for someone
To tell me,
"There is no we"
When someone said
"I wish you could be close to me"

I was not sure if
It was a dream or real
When she holds my hands
For a dance, out there.

Since that moment
My painful heart
Learned how to speak up toward me
Saying
I don't like black, it is unhappy.
Red is so colorful
With red
There is the whole world you can see.