Passing Shadows

 Passing Shadows

 

What a poet ought to know,

shadows comes and shadows go

sometimes the ink, won't flow.

Shadows become my obstacle

Train of thoughts, quick the flash,

what could've been a "smash"

The pattern in mind not clear

passing shadows I find there

How, I lose my train of thought

another poet found, the words I sought.

Then comes, brainstorm in-sight

shadows linger no more in sight.

So a poet I am and  one soulful

I cross the schemes of "shadows"

What was for me, an obstacle.

 

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