![]() another yin and yang - photo reflections and shadows I think about you every day. I think about your shadow on my wall that day when you weren't here, that day when you did not leave a shadow on my wall any more. And I think about your other shadows, invisible and untouchable, disintegrated, lighted, transparent. There is a field with flowers in me, where there is no black and white and your shadows dance under the flowers. It smells like summer there - and like bees making honey, it smells like grass and it smells like the rain is far away. It smells like a small lizard's light run. It smells like steps. It smells like crickets singing. And as the sun is sinking into the water, I finally hear you smiling: My blue shadow is always here, darling. Just hiding, that's all. Comments are closed.
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