birds cast their shadows,
on the sunlit slopes,
shadows forever fleeting,
are all shadows thus fleeting?
joy the shadow of sorrow,
life the shadow of death?
(written by my mother)
birds cast their shadows,
on the sunlit slopes,
shadows forever fleeting,
are all shadows thus fleeting?
joy the shadow of sorrow,
life the shadow of death?
(written by my mother)
3 comments:
OMG, this is BRILLIANT. I love 'Joy the shadow of sorrow, life the shadow of death?'
Great thought indeed. The piece comes close to being flawless in terms of thought
love the last two lines
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