When the Flamingos return home with their pink flourish flaring up the horizon, my shadow grows taller, stranger.
At an untidy pace, it grows, swifter than my feet, outsmarting my sanity.
With contours blurred to a hazy oblivion, a stranger to me I become. I search me hiding in the shadow of a Chimeric illusion.
My impish shadow plays hide and seek - long in the morning, weeny at noon, weird again in the evening, but never it leaves me!
When Flamingos return home, it cruises with the setting sun across the mystical waters beneath the earth to return to me with the blissful colours of a new dawn!