We all march silently
in the dark
as if we were all
a silent army searching for a soul,
we rest at the clouds across,
when the light arrives we march,
march until we reach the early horizon
that lifts the paint across the sky
...our pace begins to quicken
as we begin to jump over the sunlight
the whole vision smooths back into my eyes
as I look at the others gliding,
my smile begins to shine,
we all laugh at the imagination
flowing in the air,
carefully
we look down below to the darkness,
why so depressing?
we sprint down to the earthy ground,
sudden rush of light brightens the surroundings
,
,
Black turns to color,
Dead turns to life,
We are the morning shadows.
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