The sun yet wasn’t
high up in the sky
beautiful patches
of the night time
followed wherever I went.
The street was crowded
with rustic leaves
and howling winds.
Scattered around
were a zillion voices
faces with fables galore.
There wasn’t a soul in sight
except myself
and my shadow behind.
Together we explored
every nook and cranny
happily thinking
I could never have a better company
until the dark gathered around
and the first to vanish
was my treacherous shadow
quick on its heels.
~~~~~
Asha Seth
Well crafted and enjoyable!!
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This poem has such vivid imagery. I like it!
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“Scattered around were a zillion voices faces with fables galore.” – Nice.😊😊
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