The Shadow And Swing - Poem by Hor-ming Lee
At dusk the wind and drizzle end,
Leaving the air cool, clean, serene.
The neighborhood is so silent.
As the Remembrance Day draws near.
Wilt petals, leaves are soon up cleared.
I sleep a deep sleep with no fear.
Of the old cathedral the chimes
Awake me and mail out my poems.
On the neighbor’s swing moonlight beams.
With clouds and wind shadow moving.
It perturbs me; Shadow and swing;
From dim to light, life like a swing.
Shadow; substance; life; illusion
From reality to delusion.
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