Saturday 27 June 2020

A Poem a Day (190): Shadow


Shadow

Colourless, listless, it drifts
Like rain clouds repentant,
Tired of watering.
This haunted shadow
Glides inside our walls,
Closeting itself within,
Too shy to be seen.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 27, 2020

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