Stories are meant to be told.
The shadow, as duskgives way to night, stealthilyfades from his master.
New moon masked in blackabsorbs silent shadows fromdying broken souls.
A bird too young toknow chirps at the newborn sightof fleeting shadow.
I will think of the second piece with the next new moon. And those shadows...I will think of them as I walk in the dark of early morning. Thanks.
Beautiful, deep and a little haunting.Well done.
These have a dark, ominous beauty!
These are so thought-provoking ad haunting as Anthony said.
I like the way you think. Nice poems.
in the shadows & silhouettes drownedthe moon was a moment..many thanks for ur wonderful poems..
The second poem really spoke to me. I can picture the masking of the moon by death. What an image.
the night as shadow's master...a very powerful, thought-provoking metaphor.the 3rd stirs feelings of protection for all innocence
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I will think of the second piece with the next new moon. And those shadows...I will think of them as I walk in the dark of early morning. Thanks.
Beautiful, deep and a little haunting.
Well done.
These have a dark, ominous beauty!
These are so thought-provoking ad haunting as Anthony said.
I like the way you think. Nice poems.
in the shadows
& silhouettes drowned
the moon was a moment..
many thanks for ur wonderful poems..
The second poem really spoke to me. I can picture the masking of the moon by death. What an image.
the night as shadow's master...a very powerful, thought-provoking metaphor.
the 3rd stirs feelings of protection for all innocence
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