Shadow Of You Poem by Vida Nenadic

Shadow Of You



The morning was ringing
on my doorstep
and in the entrance way.

I recognized your face
and your way of walking
before you disappeared, without a trace.

You had an apple
in your hand
and remain as a shadow on this land.

Vida Nenadic

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