This Inhabited Shadow
So many things still live in shadow:
Black bearded in shades of gray can let
Traces reminding maybe the old glow.
An old picture may wear a new secret...
Good changed in goods since God left.
Likes gathered for anything, but not love.
The time may be theft, but also any concept.
Not shared love: winter with just one glove.
There, the look has meaning for lover;
One looks for something what cannot be;
Maybe best poems rested for drawer.
Some pictures hide love as you and me.
Hesitating shadows of Goethe, that's what I mean:
This picture vainly hides what is there and is seen.
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