Darker than tar, fall
Leaves and trunk, zebra akin
Rows of bowing trees
Paralleling each other in the midst
Shades of green
Mingling with purple and pink
Hoisted in the air by the fierce brown pillar
Yet dark all of them when they fall
Dissecting the bars of shadows
Falls mine, as I stand
That has changed with the suns and moons
Yet I stand unmoved
Waiting alone, you thought
Was perhaps simple
And see what I write
About shadows and life and zebras
I am standing, waiting
Where you left me
Come back,
Cos darker than shadows, fall I.
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