Poem Shadows
Black is white and white is black Years mask mistakes like mounds of snow.
All is forgotten and lost, but nothing is as it seems. Yesterday is as good as gone, looking ahead to wishful dreams. And with you I can forget all the wrong turns that I have made. own is up again in my clever game of charades. Making it up as I go, leaving behind not a fair clue. Words lie unbalanced--they are shadows of what I can't undo. But my shadowed past is me, even when it all seems all right. I can create a new me and it's easy enough for you. My shadows are chasing me, always, in the broadest daylight.
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