This is the place where shadows never fall
the place that wilt and decay mean nothing
a tight informality of plants blooming
so old. so pale
See the trees in aspects of their leaves
yet no shadows cast, on the trimmed lawned grass
and where the crows once cried evening song
no more in this land, where shadows never fall
The chime of midnight bells of winter
in these days chime summer forever
and the burn that did hide holy call
is where the shadows never fall
BY Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
This is the place where shadows never fall
the place that wilt and decay mean nothing
a tight informality of plants blooming
so old. so pale
See the trees in aspects of their leaves
yet no shadows cast, on the trimmed lawned grass
and where the crows once cried evening song
no more in this land, where shadows never fall
The chime of midnight bells of winter
in these days chime summer forever
and the burn that did hide holy call
is where the shadows never fall
BY Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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