Silent Shadows
I wait
listening to the whisper
of the medlar tree
the night is ending
silent shadows fleeting
like blue melodies
on tattered wings
stars melt gold
in the serene glow of dawn
soft gleams the rooftops
of my village
I speak
the breadth of my feelings
and my voice
is mirrored forever
in the echoes of time
Angela Contino Donshes
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