These shades they cover us
from revealing our warmth
our light to a reader,
novelist during heartfelt times

that seem to swallow
desire for words and
ink that only truth,
light can show.

And when this shade
covering us, our needs
to see the light
that chides away this need

of unknown desire,
love, sour lust
from our over-exposed
eyes can we truly be free

like the author,
reader who sits
at a desk, waiting,
waiting for this shade to fall.

The End

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