Shadows
- Dec 24, 2025
- 1 min read
Shadows breathe rapidly under the light
Stunned, rubbing their eyes as the horizon
Lifts its head, curls of smoke clinging in fright,
Translucently, remnants of black nylon
Tucked in corners, whispers of secrecy
dasping and not buried, the thin vaporsd
Retreating from sadness no more to be
Apparitions painting the corridors.
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