In my room there is a wall,
Upon which the shadows play.
A dream catcher hangs crossed by shadow lines
Of open blinds.
Created by faint street lights,
Only to be shattered by streaking headlights.
Across the lines leaves dance and quiver,
Sending a dark shiver
Through the wall on which the shadows stay.
In my room there is a wall
A wall where the shadows play.Recommend0 Simily SnapsPublished in