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Shadows
Wonder where the shadows go when night falls into the glare of day...
Where they go when blanket night's pulled out from over them, and they lie
Naked and exposed to dawn-fires of the broiling and brooding morning....
Maybe in the earth's rotation they fly over the line of dawn
Passing into turning shadow, ever roaming to flee the sun
Here perhaps they find some comfort, till the rise of the scorching sun
That once more sends them a-whirling in eternal penumbral flight.
Where they go when blanket night's pulled out from over them, and they lie
Naked and exposed to dawn-fires of the broiling and brooding morning....
Maybe in the earth's rotation they fly over the line of dawn
Passing into turning shadow, ever roaming to flee the sun
Here perhaps they find some comfort, till the rise of the scorching sun
That once more sends them a-whirling in eternal penumbral flight.
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Shadows
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