Shadows Play


Lines drawn in scribble

Imprints of a chaotic mind

The gaps bemused

Hope lay in the dark.


The sun continued to play

And the wind ruffled the leaves

The shadow, not the real

Day assigned hope in living.


Pensive mood I was in

Parallels I conjure

Reflections painfully beautiful

Love measures hope in life.


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