Dark
Neither one's dark skin nor the black color are bad.
Dusk has its beauty; crows and cuckoos are pretty.
Do the birds chirp because they're psychically sad?
It's the human mind that makes things dull or witty.
Psyche can manipulate; physique can persuade.
The face can shine brightly; the heart may be gloomy.
Psychic vibrations can make even blossoms fade.
It's love for all that makes the human heart roomy.
Dark rooms can be lit up; dark dots can be made bright.
Positive outlooks always erase pessimism.
Though white or black, each being enjoys the twilight.
The rainbow is the world; kaleidoscope and prism...
Shades and shadows are part of this great universe.
Each has its own role. No one in greatness is worse.
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2023
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