In its caves of insolence,
night hides its diabolic secrets
when light sows its golden pearls
across the horizon. It paints its treachery
with the innocence of the morning light
like a master-chameleon
that wraps its lies
in a psychedelic charm.
A rainbow
once disguised its radiance
to become the shadow of night and
smeared its leaden drops of deceit
on the angel-white glow of the clouds.
Perhaps, that’s why we are the way we are –
living in different skins!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC
In its caves of insolence,
night hides its diabolic secrets
when light sows its golden pearls
across the horizon. It paints its treachery
with the innocence of the morning light
like a master-chameleon
that wraps its lies
in a psychedelic charm.
A rainbow
once disguised its radiance
to become the shadow of night and
smeared its leaden drops of deceit
on the angel-white glow of the clouds.
Perhaps, that’s why we are the way we are –
living in different skins!
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