Shadow Poem by Unintelligible Susurration

Shadow



What a shame
At least it was worth a try
Now the shadow runs away
For it has always been the same

Blue or red; black or white
None of them seem to fit just right

Hold on 'til the weed becomes a flower
Until then take the extra hour

Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Describes how a 'shadow' tries to fit in but it cannot so now we must wait until the weed becomes a flower which translates into the shadow becoming beautiful.
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