Some shadows
Reflect their origin,
Like an honest child,
Some play tricks
On our eyes as
These books on the desk
Cast shadows on the wall,
Stirs a fantasy in our psyche,
Plays on the riddle.
Is the teen pumpkin thief,
Just because he’s been roaming
Round the pumpkin patch in the dark
On the eve of Halloween?
The shadows of the tree branches
On the wall, the red veins,
The spider web of the road to the truth.
©Byung A. Fallgren
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“The spider web of the road to truth” — brilliant metaphor, especially apt for some of us — me for sure.
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This is so amazing
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