Last years shadow
Where do they go
Shadows and years
Tell me
Do they age
Will my shadow live on
I hope so
Years are like bad dreams
They haunt you
More than you think
My shadow looked on as I was being exhumed
For the first time I saw my death face
Yes it was a dream
Seeing my demise looking grey but at peace
Years are like death they happen and don’t return
Make friends of your shadow
Dance with the year
Embrace both showing not an ounce of fear
Poem & Snap by Mitch Hicks, U.K.
© 2011
The Juice Bar 
Mitch, this poem hits me on so many levels…I am profoundly affected by it.
Love your blue shadow…both simply brilliant. – Lisa
I feel you in my shadow……….Thanks Lisa……..XX
shadow dancing…