Blades of grass follow the morning sun
It floats as if tethered by a balloon string, held back from flying away
Silhouettes pass against the fiery yellow and orange, one by one
And out of the corner of my eye, I catch my shadow reach out, yearning
But like the morning sun, he is tethered and remains
Like blades of grass, with eyes that can only follow
Left only to dream of what might have been
Originally posted October 19, 2015
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Poor shadow! Lovely tethered sun poem.
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The yearning is so tangible. Beautiful write
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