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Oct 2019
It lurks in corners
when I pass by,
slowly,slowly,crawling.

It waits for me
behind the door,
gently,gently,laughing.


It tumbles down
out of the sky,
softly,softly,falling.

It rises up
out of the floor,
whispering, whispering,

come to me.

Oh, shadow,shadow
on the wall,
don't swallow me.
one for hallowe'en.
from my collection "moments in time"  1987
Written by
rose hopkins  Wye Valley, South Wales,
(Wye Valley, South Wales,)   
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