to think that beyond shadows
a sun glows she dressed in gold
swatting at her lover heaven
sending radioactive flares of hot love
to think that behind those shadows
i sit silent staring at the calmness
of poppy blossoms along the hills
while the shadows shield a chaos
to think that beneath the shadows
are my remains that partake
in the Maker’s infinity loop
of clay between the ashes
words less spoken 
‘…the shadows shield a chaos’ – by itself is wonderful but, within these three brief stanzas, is everything. Well done, MB xo
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thanks MR xoxo
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I was mesmerized by the first stanza and it continued on from there. Fabulous write, MB. Thank you for joining in.
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thank you Eugi xoxo
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Most welcome! ❤️
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Gorgeous and fascinating, this one.
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thank you Jane 🙂
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