By Fiora Elbers-Tibbitts, 16
Art by Gracie Gralike, 19
Renowned for their mystery
Yet what about them is so mysterious?
You can use them to measure the circumference of the Earth
Find out where the sun is positioned in the sky
Reveal the identity of the shrouded figure behind the tree
They declare the time of day
Stretching with the coming twilight
Shrinking with the approaching dawn
But time, place, measurement
What are they worth in a world full of words and passion?
Shadows cannot capture intertwining whispers
Coyly exchanged glances
Reassuring embraces against the old sycamore
What is life without those things that are intangible?
Shadows capture time all you want
Time, place, form- none of that remains a secret
And yet the old sayings remain true
What else but shadows could calculate so much
Without truly capturing a moment?
Two joined hands mirrored in dark, sticky pavement
Relative or romance? Friend or foe?
The answer lies not in the shadow
But in the deepest cavity of the heart
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