Do your demons hide in here, Right inside your shadows; Throughout the day only to be Visible in the moonlight of the night; While the stars glow the brightest And the galaxies are crystal clear; While the sky welcomes you To its own Paradise up there Where a magical world awaits To give you a taste of all the love, All the compassion you always gave. And never for once, received back.
The gifts, perhaps will be given, To your shadows while you sleep, Only to reach you in the morning Gifts of care and concern, of empathy That provide an everlasting promise Of staying by you, through the roughest day, To give you strength to be the toughest.
It is then, that your demons Will show their true faces Hiding in your shadows, How they held the laces Of your young heart And that innocent soul; Protecting throughout like a saviour, Fighting throughout like a warrior.
The demons were in actual, Angels probably; while your shadows Were since forever their home; The heaven.
-hridayanka
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This post posed a question in me, that for all the time we’ve were trying to find angels in the fairy lands, Maybe they were in darkest corners of our backyard hiding in plain sight as demons.
A very good piece of work, keep it up.
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You never know, maybe they actually are! Keep reading 🙂
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I have always loved writing about shadows , my very first poem was infact about shadows. This one here , a different interpretations and beautiful too.
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Shadows are deep things to be written about. Keep reading! ❤
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Nice shot!
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Thanks!
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