Reflection of Shadow
I am alone, simply alone
a cuckoo perched
upon a brittle laburnum branch.
I sing for all,
but no one sings for me.
I vow
to dwell in the shadows,
yet a fleeting dream,
woven by duck-vine,
binds me.
I cannot move.
A breath escapes
from a shadow that is not mine
my soul, a fugitive.
I cannot reach
the end of love.
She stopped, gentle,
before death could claim her.
I paused, and love
as sweet as the air between us
blended with the moment.
Emotions stretch forever,
innocence in adoration,
without end.
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