Shadows

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Shadows

 

 

Words  fall like mist upon

morning; awaken the dust,

 

soak dry bones. I wipe off dew

and see that you have left your

 

prints on my flesh. I am no longer

a ghost; I move like wind, seek

 

quiet shadows, and translate

their words into music.

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