into the shadows flitting and fleeting my fears hide
behind each tree who's shadow grows longer
with the setting sun while my fears grow
in length with creeping darkness
of evenings end.
to completely dissolve with suns slow descent into
my fearful imagination.
The End
6 comments:
Those are beauitful pictures!!! -Missy
cold and mysterious....i like them! :)
gina
I love these!!! Very Nice!!!
Joann
It's very beautiful!
Pam
Very nice, I love the poem with it. :)
sometimes fear and confusion are the gateway to great imagination!!
Nancy
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