As a night light tries to touch every corner of a room,
Shadows are cast like flowers in full bloom.
Soft tender glows as rays refract and bend,
Reflections in mirrors, a light show to attend.
Walls are the stage of something more,
The movement of a body, it's gloom, the lore.
Darkness that fails to try and take over,
Flames from the light drives you to the coolness of this new found shelter.
Parallel lines or blocks of colours,
Somewhere deep within depths the meaning is sombre.
As the moon shines its borrowed rays upon earth,
Shades of all things created leaves secrets to unearth.
~Alis Grace.
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ALIS GRACE
PoesíaTHE CONFUSION OF A PERSON, OF A THING; A NEW IDENTITY, A NEW LIFE OF WHAT IS THERE TO BRING, THE STORY OF A PERSON WHO HAS LOST EVERYTHING, A NEW DRAMA PEICE IN THIS WORLD OF SIN. QUEUES OR LINES, FEAR AND LOVE WHAT IS TO BE EXPECTED IN THIS BOOK VI...
