Overhearing
Being out of shadow, the half-shadow
Whispering to the ears of air:
‘Go forth, where there is an azure meadow
And tell to the boundless desire:
Would remain nothing, my dear,
But, immortal is Shadow.’
Copyright © Rahman Henry | Year Posted 2013
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