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An evening shadow entered throught the front room window alittle while ago

Not much of a shadow, pale

But it was there growing slowly

Noticeable to any half seeing eye.


It took the yellow daffodil pattern on our green carpet

Crawled along the brown, fake leather couch

And hung around the corner of the mushroom, marble fireplace

That my mother is so famously proud of.


I am sat on a bentwood thonet chair, just to the right of the door

The long evening shadow now at my feet

In a few minutes it will rise up and shroud me

And I wonder, what shall become of me then?



Created: Mar 11, 2014

Tags: poetry

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