I am no longer here
My shadow is all that remains,
I have held a tear
Of which I fear, no more
Shall I refrain.
The shadow's there--
but cannot speak,
It's musty and cold
And very meek.
But it, too, will die
By and by when the
Sun comes out into the sky.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
SHADOW
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4 comments:
Well done MoonShadow. Many kudos. Your work is excellent.
~JD
Thank you, JD. I appreciate your coming by and leaving a comment.
I enjoyed the optimistic note, which is very rare for me. Also, it is nice to see someone who is not afraid of rhymes.
Thank you for visiting and leaving a comment. I have a hard time reading poems that don't rhyme. To me, Prose doesn't rhyme, but poems need to have a rhythm and I have a difficult time finding that rythm without the rhyme.
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