Rhythm of Heartstrings 81
Shadows
She stood at the top of a distant hill
And the setting sun
Cast me in her shadow.
Her dark curls were dancing
In the evening breeze,
With a life of their own
The shadows
Of her slender arms and long fingers
Stretched across the grassy plain
Like narrow streams through a dessert
I could only gaze
And ask myself
A question that I could not answer
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