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Feb 2024
He walked on into his shadow
ploughing into the dust
bearing the full weight of the sun
climbing deeper, further
from the warmth, closer
to the damp where light
is a mere rumour,
a seed's blind hope.
Sometimes we can't see the sun for the shadow
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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