Hello StrangerA Poem by rdawson
I was passing by, saw a face I seemed to recognise, Turning my head Whenever a shadow Gets too close to mine. My shadow is mine. Don’t get so close, I don’t know you. The white outline, Brazen boredom to last. Kicking about in old shoes. Better than being in your shoes. © 2009 rdawson |
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Added on February 15, 2009 |