Walking In A Shadow – Lind Grant

Shall I walk again to the beginning

Of life’s side walk – a bag yet in transit.

Shall I hold on to rusty rails as a child

lost. Serene is the air gone stale

 

and faded like night’s lovely shadow.

Shall I unearth a song that has been born still

As the quiet whispers of already shattered glass.

Shall I run again to another ending?

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