. . . . Words from My Shadow

it is almost night there
is it a crescent moon?
maybe it is full moon
the garden aura is different
when the moon is bright
angels are dancing
Shadow is holding
you feel the conquering love all over
now the hints are obvious
I walk on them day to day
treat them tenderly
the workmenship is unique
used colorful crayons
the softest wools.....
the loving forests
are calling my name now
I must go
I must find my way to it
the bread is in my hand
I taste it
now I know
I am on my way
the birds are here for me
bringing lovely words from my Shadow
oh its winter but its June
the most wonderful month of the year..

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[nir1971]

I loved this one, very dim and bright at the same time, you put perfect artistic touches with the ways you portrayed the poem and the author...thanks..