The Shadow - Poem by Joey Wade
A spot tender on a floor, gentle imprints of a flower upright to the flow,
dimensions stellar and invisible to a busy eye,
solitary and resplendent in sketches of gray,
trapped in excitement of a buddha meditation,
the surface lingered on an earthly convention,
hovering as though possessed of galactic gravitation,
I know you will dismiss it as pure imagination!
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