Fragments of Light


A rustle of sound stirs the passing moment

Were we awake were we shadows asleep

You were a sentient shade dressed fair in Light

I a spirit made of thought wearing the Night

As our waves wound away with laughter's cry

Caressing the day held by the sky



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Written on 2025-11-03 at 01:56

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
You always seem to portray yourself is 'dark', and do again in this poem which has easy flow and some satisfying rhymes. I am left intrigued after the read. Blessings, Allen
2025-11-03