Shadows of the Morrows
men & women
looking at the hills
seas, mounts, vales
green forests of city-lines
& the blue rives & dives -
are these the treasures
of crocodile shells
everywhere
life looks like smooth shadows
in a mirror of morrows
mauled in today's kisses
or some tiny egg-shells
smashed in hasty disgust
of the disjointed hours.
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2012
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