Weeping out the colours of my life

Weeping out the colours of my life,

One colour is still there.

A colour so dark and dense,

But not bright and fair.

Disappears in the night,

And rises with every sunrise.

A part of me which was there,

Every inch of mine; it reflects.

Coloured in one colour,

There is something to hold.

None other than friend for life,

Something so close.

That colour is black,

And I named it ‘SHADOW’.

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