Shade
My son bends down and touches my feet.
A blessing in disguise.
There is water in his eye.
A marching order that didn’t stop.
A haunted night.
Ghosts then appear through the window.
A shade of a colour.
There is a little piece of a cloth.
Copyright © Rajesh Sharma | Year Posted 2005
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