Saturday, December 27, 2014

The Shadow of You


















Close to the edge
Mystery folding enough
A shadow showing
Dangerously coming at thy edge
Conquers all that so rough
May escaping just growing
Until it becomes you
And this is the shadow of you.




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jr

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