Sunday, September 20
Shadow

stolen

wrathful
greedy
slothful
prideful
lustful
envious
gluttonous

and yet

I am chasing
after you
hoping for the
smallest opening
to a free gift
that grows beyond
measure with every
falling raindrop
blade of grass
eagle that soars
setting sun
smiling face
crying heart
broken world

you have stolen
my heart

pure gift
pure love

Shalom,
Cloaked Monk

Prompt provided by Verse in a Nutshell

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