i had always dreamed
of sapphire eyes
and pale skin of snow
sun soaked golden locks
i did not possess
hid in the shadows
so that i could reside
in my world of darkness
to hide the eyes of oak
and ebony hair
bestowed on me at birth
but the moon, she held me
in my sorrow
taught me of beauty
beyond colours
of the richness in a soul
that cultivates
all the shades
of a human
that lie beyond the complexion
my skin does not make me
my hair does not break me
when my heart is made of gold
About the Creator
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