Shadows on the hill-side,
Wind umung the trees,
Movement in the water,
Never-ending breeze.
Something always there,
Watching in the dark,
Waiting for its moment;
Alone, cold and stark.
A print of life long gone,
Shadows left behind.
Please, don't go looking;
You don't know what you'll find.
They're angry, sad and bitter,
Believe me that it's true,
They're waiting in the silence.
You don't know what they do.
Jan.2009
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