Thursday, December 12, 2024

The Soft Lives

The shadows are so long
They have lives of their own
And the life that was led

Seems tangled in the life
Its shadows are leaving,
As if tangled in the branches

And the language has grown
Simpler, simpler, the shadows velvet
The dark shadows comfort

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