In the dark, there is a shadow.
Whispers of secrets carried on the meadow
Begone, shadow
A hush drifts low across the hollow,
Secrets stirring where the night winds follow,
Release your hold, shadow.
The night exhales, its grip now shallow,
Light creeps in, soft as a whispered hello,
Farewell, lingering shadow.
i love it Missy 🌹👌🌹