I am a dweller of shadows
A diamond of dark
I am a tone of mellows
A shine apart
I am a skelf of the unlit
A mosaic of pain
A settled down silt
A canvas all plane
I am a traveller unshod
Disflict Of hue
Considered little odd
Despite the perfect cue
Guess all I need is a tinge of laugh
Bury my logics and instincts to half
Maybe if I ruffle my hair a little too
A rainbow will shine upon and fill me with all the worlds hue
-By
Ashlesha Dubey
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Trembling Hands Wet Canvas
PoesíaWounds heal but scars remain , Time passes fast , what goes slow is pain. Sailing in sea alone in the boat , Sound to the agony , in the words coat Dig in.... And you won't regret !
