Shadows

Posted on April 18, 2017 by

Shadows walk on the surface of my memory
Ballet dancers swirl in their customs to
Music unplayed forming a dance unchoreographed
Shadows in your shape, in my shape re-acting our
Last meeting, last super in Munich cafe, our
Last time together before your
Eternal betrayal
Shadows walk solemnly on the surface of my
Memory and I am scared for losing you.

April 18, 2017

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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