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On looking at a water colour
later thinking how it tweeted and whistled like a piece of Vivaldi
Not a true ' nocturne' but that's what she called the painting


Submitted:Feb 24, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 1    Likes: 3   


There is a shadow
Passed without
Notice or heed of being ,
Nor break of day or of following night

A shadow leaked through the cracks
Yet states its place
In the awakeness of the pendulum
Of planets swirling in the heavens

It is subtle yet determined
To state that I have passed
This road , and that others share this way
Well trod

A road of sorrow , loss
And yet of joy and optimism
And more , by beating day
And thrashing night

There is a shadow
Bright and dull
Flagrant and timid
Fierce and tender
Undimmed by light
Nor subdued by dark

There is a shadow
Passed without
Notice or heed of being ,
Nor break of day or of following night






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