Lost forever more in sleep, your shadow will I keep
sands of time and waves in brine, your shadow makes me weep.
Flirting movement fought my eye, shadow make me cry.
Grace of face never hide, shadow stitched within my side.
Love laced voice, ever traced, shadow lays within my head.
The willow branch within a storm, where thunders is the norm.
Translucent hair made up of thread, at night we know. this place.
Your branded face inside my mind, such shadows love is kind.
Shadows touch upon my heart and tread the space you know so well.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2021
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