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Shadows

This place is haunted

By shadows

Of yesteryear

Watery shadows

That slip through

My fingers

And leave only

The stain

Of a tear

 

Here is the place

Where I last saw

Your face

Here

Is where we laughed

And I bathed in 

Your Grace

 

It’s empty now

But my mind fills it

With pictures

Of how we

Used to be

Hazy days

Filled with the joy

Of you

And me

 

I sat under

Our tree

My heart burst open

I thought I saw you

An image so real

My arms reached out

With warm embrace

 

It was only a shadow

Left by time

A shadow of you

Etched into my mind

How can it be

That you still fill

This space?

 

C.K 22

◄ The Fickle Wind of Change

Seasons Come and Seasons go ►

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John Marks

Sun 11th Sep 2022 15:13



It was only a shadow

Left by time

We spend our lives surrounded by such shadows, if only we have the imagination to see.

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John Botterill

Thu 8th Sep 2022 09:10

Gorgeous poetry full of feeling. Achingly beautiful, Clare.

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