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Shadow
A shadow on the horizon
ever present, growing
mirror echoes
inner knowing
yet confronting a stranger
reflection warning
of imminent danger
so far freedom, glory
another side
tells a different story
lying in the crook of his arm
tired just wanting to be
dead to the world
to dream beyond the sea
his hands begin to serenade
loving lusts are stirred
sleep once more delayed
the ocean's calling, heard
shadow moves around
throughout the night
invades without a sound
secrets of our dreams
a stranger by one's side
hold on as it slips away
into the morning glide
recollection all but dead
there remains the ominous
and awesome dread
awake in the crook of his arm
safe, warm
so cosy at dawn
waves resound a morning calm
feedback van andere lezers- klaver4
Beautiful June!!!
Perhaps my mistake but it seems your poems are getting longer...
ps: the oceans calling heard => perhaps a , between calling and heard?
In the next paragraph (can't find the correct word at this beastly hour...;o) rips, past and present fighting a (k)nightly battle...
xxx
Dicky
killea: Thank you Dicky, love the (k)nightly battle clause, but couldn't quite find to fit it in in the hour of the beast.
xxx
j - yellow
prachtig June,
de kalmte van de morgen zal je redden wanneer je zacht zijn liefde zal ontvangen
M.
xx
killea: Thank you, Marc
xx
j - Liesje
gevoelig mooi!
killea: thank you Liesje
xx
j - JakobRo
how sensitive and warm (again)
lovely to read
killea: Many thanks, Jakob
xx
j - KapiteinSeBBos
kom uit je schaduw!
killea: thank you, will do Capitain
xx
j
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