Poem

Death has its own shadow
From which we borrow time
While knowing in full entirety
It itself is following mine

A boy once walked alone at night
nearer than what he wanted-

While whispering to the wind,
‘Death follows its own shadow’

-M. Taggart

A Poem

Shivering our soul-
Our shadow keeps pace-
Again into the dark-

copyright -M. Taggart 2016

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(Photo taken by -M. Taggart. You’re welcome to use this photo as long as you give photo credit to my blog.) Watch Hill, Rhode Island. 2/11/16. -M. Taggart