Follow you follow me

Your shadow is no more
your past catching up
with you tomorrow.
When the earth moved
I called it a spade.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

following in your own footsteps, they trail behind you.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks J for your words.

[Patricia Wedel]

A spade in the shade of the Oak tree where our Hearts were carved...
in Eternity as feathers with Wings bring memories... lovely Poetry
dear Andrew.... softly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much Pat.