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Evening Shadows

 

Why does that hour that brings the shadows

creeping into the crevices that surround me

cause such a tightening in my chest?

 

 

What magic spell does it weave,

what memory locked in childhood's dreams

responds so eagerly?

 

 

Crystal clear, it seems, it becomes

as shadows creep, covering ever more

of the soft, brown rocks.

 

 

And yet, it can not be so.

As shadows fall, more is hidden.

Perhaps I see clearer

when I have less to see.

dorobo dorobo 70+, M 3 Responses Apr 13, 2008

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