Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

a shadow’s desire

they say shadows are the creepy little kings
ruling the edge of all things and when the sun
falls, they slowly rise taller until only the moon
can haunt their footsteps with a milky light
but i often wonder, if shadows might actually
desire to be the light, so others may find
a warmth in them, instead of the cold
maybe they want to be something gold

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