shadow love



Rouged and primmed

A plain old maid,

in sunshine and shadow

Had traveled long

Humming a song

In search of her beau.


But she grew old,

She’s growing older

And a terror of shadow

speared as she saw

nothing but a shadow

of her elusive beau.


And, as her crushed hopes

Collapsed her forged hopes.

She closed her eyes and ears

To let go of her false hopes

Of chasing the cruel shadow

Of her haughty elusive beau.


Her old, plain, tired shadow

Cast upon the last sunlight

Of the twilight in the sunset

Rested in the breezy meadow

And watched the hazy shadow

of the sunset looking like her beau.

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Stephanie Suh

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