A mood most whimsical
Danced through the room,
Though strangely it cast
A shadow of gloom.
Its movements were graceful
Its gestures though quick
Were mocked by its shadow,
The mood had been tricked.
Its freedom most gleeful
Was held by desire,
The mood in all truth
Its shadow inspired.
©2003 Christy Schaller
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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