Light and shadow falling about yard’s apart,
The cloud and the blue make both run closer,
Cloud’s shadow falls on meadow, while we are
Passing through sunlight, wind drifts cloud,
Clearing barricades over passage of sunrays,
And we are moving in a bus in the sunlight,
Following riddles of shadow, soon after,
Carried down, creating life’s sojourn a concert.
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