My life is made of shadows;
It’s elegant and spare,
And best defined, perhaps, by all
That isn’t really there.
.
The shadows of the heart and mind,
The garden wall, the floor,
And all the other places light
Can’t get to
Anymore
My life is made of shadows;
It’s elegant and spare,
And best defined, perhaps, by all
That isn’t really there.
.
The shadows of the heart and mind,
The garden wall, the floor,
And all the other places light
Can’t get to
Anymore
Maybe if we open the hearts door, light could brighten up our life. Great poem👌