Shadows

Shadows in the sunlight
play games with my eyes.
They're changable, imperceptible
and soon I realize
that shadows are just shadows
and not the real thing.
But still I am intrigued by them
because to me they bring
so many different things to see
that really are not there.
For when that sunlight disappears
the shadows are nowhere.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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