Hour 17 – The Dark Me

They say my dark isn’t lovely

As in the event that my hair is

Not the color of the night

That holds the moon in

All her brilliant wonderfulness

As in the event that the dull doesn’t mend

The wounds of an onerous sun

On the off chance that my eyes

Aren’t profound enough to capture

A kaleidoscope of colors

As if my skin doesn’t shine luminescent

Delicate sufficient to motivate you to rest

To dream up another world with my wings

An extravagant dark like a mirror reflecting

The complete wide world.


© Divya Venkateswaran

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