Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Shadows play




The shadow played in the wind,
moving there alone
to make the tree content.
Here and there it shone.


It knew no pain, no haste,
wanting only to feel morning,
then noon, then the slow-paced
journey of evening.

—from The Shadow by Carlo Betocchi







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