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Shadows are behind me, I see them out of the corner of my eye. They are not a threat, you see, Just figments of a time gone bye. I can see them, feel them, smell them, They hold old memories fast, And like the flower's supporting stem, They help the beauty last. I used to slink from shadows when, Far back my soul was new, But now they give unto my pen, The poet's only due. Ne'er a shadow cast a spell, That was't not simply pure, And ne'er a shadow did so well, That I could not endure. So cast ye shadows now at me, For never will I waver, But to crane out far to see, This old memory of time to savor. All the shadows soft now fall, And in them I will stride, For they are only memory's call, And in them I abide.
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Merry Christmas to you!!
Love Tinka