Poor ShadowA Poem by Randolf Ramos
Poor shadow,
whose soul's unknown, looming in phantasm of nights ambiguity. The world has eyes,whose vision bend with thy movement. Stirring its imagination, prisoner of shapes and light that hit. Whose mind thinks of concrete illusion that circumnavigate the soul and shadow in confusion Poor shadow, owned by soul hidden, sneaking against noctilucent light. The world is oppugnancy, deceived by its ability to perceive light that flickers, a consciousness. Who opt to see shadow as reality, and soul as blemish of fantasy, judging soul by the dimension of thy perception. Nascent enough to sense, too early to comprehend, and lame to tell, what you see is what you get. © 2010 Randolf RamosReviews
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Added on July 19, 2010Last Updated on July 20, 2010 Tags: Kristoffer Randolf Ramos Author
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