Flowing Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flowing Shadows



Flowing shadows, sliding down sides of buildings,
landing upon shadows on the ground, being stepped
on, not making any sounds.

Are we like shadows upon the earth? Silent. un-
pretentious, unlearning?

If so, why are we?

Tuesday, March 18, 2014
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