This poem is inspired after reading darkyblue’s “50 shades of me”. We are not without shades too.

Layers of shades and shadows, silhouette clear,
Dimmed lights escape and contrast without fear,
Strange that the night is ashamed of the day,
Trapped souls burden its timeless prey.
Cry out aloud for hands to help and share,
Dare to walk out and face the glare and stare.
Cold and warm hands are there to hold,
Unfold in your poetry, you are indeed bold.
The flow of love verses shines your way,
Pray the dark images will sway and go away.

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