Shadow dancer on the wall.
Darling of light and form.
A body.
A wall.
Each but a fragment of life
until they find each other.
Now they are one, yes.
Now they are one.

Shadow dancer on the wall.
Darling of light and form.
A body.
A wall.
Each but a fragment of life
until they find each other.
Now they are one, yes.
Now they are one.

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Can really feel you “have found yourself, today” in the rhythm, words and intent of these last three poems, Brooke. They sing.
Thank you, Keith. That’s really lovely of you to say. I’m so glad you can hear the song of Brooke I’m here. ☺️
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