Shadows. I see shadows floating past me, in the darkness living in the reflection of the moonlight. I hear a faint sound of an old tune. Being played on an accordion in a distant room. Perfect companion for this shadow and the moon. Stranger walks on past, really wearing all black and walking with a limp. Talking to himself or perhaps to another I cannot see. Perfect companion to this stranger dressed in black. A whispered conversation, hurriedly walking through the fallen leaves and branches. Hurricane wind, they call her Veronica, took down the final stragglers from this past summer. Leaves, branches, stars and dreams of forever love, strewn on these Brooklyn streets glistening from the rain. Shadows on the sidewalk, two people walking holding hands, speaking a foreign tongue quite animatedly. Jealousy and insecurity, hand in hand, destroying the vestiges of a love that was once so intense. Causes and the effects of life sometimes are imaginary. Just like those shadows we try and outrun. Our own shadows we cannot outrun. Words as always by Freddy Zalta Photo by Freddy Zalta using different photo enhancers. #writtenwords #poetryinmotion #summerlove #shadows #freddyzalta #poet #authorforhire #dreams #poeticlifeInstagram

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