Today’s Date:
42 + 32 = 52
Someone sent me this image, almost as if as a rejoinder to my post below:
https://hunterfiftyfour.blogspot.com/2025/09/do-we-know-shadows-pain.html
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I got this leaflet as a Social Media forward:
Is there a shadow of the shadow?
Can there be a moon eclipse?
When there is a new moon?
We know all the science reasons,
We know about crossing of ecliptic plane,
But do we know the shadow's pain?
Leave a sigh in the wind,
When I'm away from you.
Leave a sign, my love.
And, when we meet on the road,
Leave a heart torn asunder.
Leave a sign, my love.
The moon was only half full,
The eyes were half full too,
Chrysalis over heart was half formed,
And the memory went bust.
I only remember
The shower of the stardust,
Don't remember
The shower of rust.
They look at where I search,
They look at where I perch,
They look at where you search,
They look at where you perch.
They help me with my search,
They tell me where to perch,
They help you with your search,
They tell you where to perch.
Till all searches are the same,
All purchases are the same,
Till you and I have no peculiarity,
Till you and I reach singularity.
Then all the searches will be over,
For all the keywords will be the same,
All the adjectives will be the same,
And no adverbs will remain.