There was an irritated shadow
at the bottom of the street,
and a dark sky with golden arrows
knew how to pet, how to hit…
There was a very cruel shadow
smiling from the top of clouds,
it sounded like a cry of sparrows
hidden in harrows of hells´ mouth…
There was a disappointed shadow
climbing on the shabby wall
of the sky that´s too thin and narrow
for two marrows here at all…
And I knew that you were that shadow
at the bottom of the street,
every lightning hit an old barrow
near the big harrows of your creed…
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Outstanding
This is an interesting poem that has an air of mystery about it. It is well-writen with some great images -dark and foreboding with an excellent choice of rhymes. Great to see you posting again
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