More Shadows
Trees are indifferent to worldviews so am I
Just growing is the only aim I follow
Life is a ritual I thoroughly comply
Until the hour comes to visit heavens hollow
Extremes of weather is my genuine concern
I’m sorting memories in search of something new
Including streets, where my illusions should be gone
But they return, and one of them reminds of you
My sunny streets are cleaned with recent rain
Trees are the ancient gods of summer in my book
I borrowed bronze to paint your proud face again
Now need to add more shadows to your look.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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