Like Shadows by Maria Reed-Shore



	Shadows leave imprints Of things Tossed on the brink Of beginning and end Like sun's movement Those applique images They come and go quickly Sow seeds of pondering Why must it trigger tears I have cast away years Some say I daydream a lot Why does it mean so much They aren't aware of priceless things Brought on by dreams, Mysterious imagery Black and white ... like shadows.

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Thank you Rupradha, I appreciate your taking the time to read my poem and for the kind response...!

Maria

Maria Shore
07/06/2012 17:11 PM

lovely..

Rupradha
07/06/2012 06:17 AM

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