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Frozen shadows The frozen shadows cast by the trees lay still as ghosts in the morning freeze shrinking against with the rising dawn their misty spirits above my lawn A wisp of wind carries them away in search of shadows for them to lay until the dark whence they return to their haunting beds and then adjourn and come the morn they stretch their hand across the static frozen land then up the alley, and across the grass tapping their fingers on my window glass the dancing figures perform a ball like skeletons upon my wall like creatures from my childhood mind dreams i thought i left behind but no they roam inside my earth like frozen shadows upon the turf the end Posted 02/02/2008 |