On the wall where shadows grew;
Light lightly refracted though windows.
With cups of long cold tea;
where appropriate storms swim.
By a wall where shadows put on a show.
Let slip words aglow,
in skins subsurface shimmer.
Skip, flip, fall and tumble.
To Cracked laminate floors.
Spilling those storms out into the world.
The Sun boils, flowers and then bows out
to a Gray sickle of the night.
In this world where shadows know;
A little light is all that's needed to nurture
the shadow's show.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
On the wall where shadows grew;
Light lightly refracted though windows.
With cups of long cold tea;
where appropriate storms swim.
By a wall where shadows put on a show.
Let slip words aglow,
in skins subsurface shimmer.
Skip, flip, fall and tumble.
To Cracked laminate floors.
Spilling those storms out into the world.
The Sun boils, flowers and then bows out
to a Gray sickle of the night.
In this world where shadows know;
A little light is all that's needed to nurture
the shadow's show.
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