YES, the blade of your dagger is honed
yet, neither sunset blush!
Nor would the colors of glee or woe be washed
Fog of past has no fear of a kill
Mr shadow
Sure once I took a leap of faith
And kissed your lifeless eyes
And though there was no spark to kindle
But then I believed in trying
Into your palm I planted the rainbow
And obliged apparently,
You murmured “I owe you one”
But all you could offer wasِ Mr Shadow!
Neither a beam of light nor dusk
And not even a handful of dust
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