...i watch your shadow flit through
shadows. to me you are the sun,
you do not know how bright you
shine - that burning mass in
unexpected places, like some long ago bush
(do you know the one)
i watch your shadow breeze through
shadows, i always see that mirror
bright; there is me, reflecting from
your winding, tangled light
and i am so small but i
shimmer. you make me flare and
in my passion you are the untiring stare
and i will never look away
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
