Shadow
To dedicate a dream to a wound that won’t heal. As if to say a stream has hidden wonders and a lake hides all the lives at stake. As it deprives the dead sea of fame, bringing all of us to feel our own shame. Wondering all the same how a horse’s mane doesn’t show any pain but yet stays so tame. The remembrance of a tree shows how we we’re free, reminding all that; that shadow is me.
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