Shadows
Count the shadows
one by one,
lightened by a brilliant sun,
fragile as a spider's spun.
On the floor the shadows spread,
like a glooming ancient net,
like a picture from the past,
so unique,
but will not last.
Copyright © Gert W. Knop | Year Posted 2009
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