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| My Shadows by © visionwolf2 They find me They trail me They tug on my sleeve. They talk all day And whisper all night; They're loud and insistent Soft and persistent, They chatter on and on They sometimes drive me mad. They're demanding and loving, They're nonsensical, They're giving and draining And they take all my time. As much as I love them, Nurture them, Care for them, Feed their hunger- Always, when one is satisfied, There are five more waiting. Are they my children, Are they my charge? Sure- they're my challenge Their desires writ large. What are they? My offspring My blood; They're the voice of my heart They're the poems I write. Vision Wolf, mother to a plethora of words |
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