Shadow

A shadow followed me
From tree to tree
As I did pass
Along the woodland path.

I paused to hear
The sweet birds sing.
And thought of spring
And the passing year.

Although I forgot my shadow,
My shadow did not go.
For our sweet birdsong
Does not last long.

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Published on March 22, 2021 14:37
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