More Shadows
Trees are indifferent to worldviews, so am I
Just growing on is only aim I follow
Life is a ritual I thoroughly comply
Before they send me up into the heavens hollow
Extremes of weather is my genuine concern
I’m sorting memories in search for something new
Including streets, where my illusions should be gone
But they return, and one of them reminds of you
Those sunny streets are cleaned with recent rain
Trees are the ancient gods of summer in my book
I borrowed bronze to paint your tired face again
Now need to add more shadows to your look.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2023
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