Shadow

18 06 2011

A shadow from the past has crept inside my room of thoughts.

It provokes my deep desires who’s rested stone cold in its hiatus of sorrow.

It blows my chime with a breeze of uncertainty, with wind that blows with short sharp tinkles.

With daunting questions lingering in the room of dark, I heed to the shadow, making distance as I go.

With arms stretched long, I reached to touch a mere emptiness of long lost hope.

The room is never bright as I never want the shadow to go away.

Waiting for the dark figure to unfold the secret of the past, I made my way to unravel the mystery of the future.

 

sienaShadow

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