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Silhouettes and shadows..
Silhouettes and shadows set the scene
Running between the seams
Living before, amidst and after dreams.
The handholds of shadows
Are the bones on which colours are honed
The silhouettes of absent light
The heralds of a chorus calls
A remnant of sight sounded in each twilight
The harbinger of thresholds folds
The cast of our perceived perception
With the inclination of our imagination
Born from dawn into day and dusk into night
Silhouettes and shadows set the scene
Running between the seams
Living before, amidst and after dreams.
Running between the seams
Living before, amidst and after dreams.
The handholds of shadows
Are the bones on which colours are honed
The silhouettes of absent light
The heralds of a chorus calls
A remnant of sight sounded in each twilight
The harbinger of thresholds folds
The cast of our perceived perception
With the inclination of our imagination
Born from dawn into day and dusk into night
Silhouettes and shadows set the scene
Running between the seams
Living before, amidst and after dreams.
Published 6th Apr 2020
Author's Note
A twilight to dawn walk this morning and a persistent affliction for silhouettes and shadows.
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