Poem about the distortion of what we think we see.
In shadows cast upon the ground,
a vague description you may find,
but truth be told, a shadows call,
can never tell what it’s from.
A giant beast,
a little mouse,
can look the same,
in shadows eyes.
The light that shines,
must be direct,
for us to see,
the shadows depths.
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