S H A D E

She is a glorious one
With mesmerizing eyes
The kohl she wears
Creates enchanting spark
With eyes that talks
and smile.
God's creation
Everyone admires.

But now she wears different
Sunglasses covering that charm.
At times blue, at times black,
The darkest shade she could wear
Trying to hide the wounds
Those beautiful eyes now hold.

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