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Grey shadows were the platforms from which summer petals sang full bright.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 31, 2020.
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Shadows make their playful dance, telling stories of leaves in buoyant breeze.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 31, 2020.
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Shadows of the morn and eventide come as patient clocks in the serendipitous day.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 31, 2020.
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A shadow is but messenger that the sun doth shine.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 31, 2020.
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All shadows may do is mute colours, soften the volume of the daytime orchestra. Shadows are a guest, dependant upon the shining sun, a passing memento to become nothing at all under the starlit night. So though shadows come as if part of a natural clock, in truth they tell more of golden rays than darkness.

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There are times shadows are so welcome, a chance to dwell in diffuse rays, to rest. There are times that kiss of cold air is a salve, for it beckons me to sit, to revive what needs quiet solitude. In those sweet puddles of calmness, in the colours of a sunset lullaby, I let everything that I am connect with the surface of the Earth below. I let my eyes see how close the sun is, how, even if I only rest here, it will come to me with all strength and brilliance.