
Sun through a window
Shadows cast ghosts of the past
Shaping the present

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Lovely poem.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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A pleasure Sue.
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It looks for all the world as if you have captured the ghost of the window…
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It did look rather that way.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks, Jaye x
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Reblogged this on Art, Photography and Poetry.
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Masterly penned Sue. Beautiful imagery. Great haiku. Have reblogged.
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Thank you , Goff.
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My pleasure.
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I suppose they do cast shadows of their artist, leaving a trail of artistic fingerprints in light.
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That’s a lovely way to put it.
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