In the twilight's tender, quiet glow,

"Deep down, you're really shallow," murmurs the shadow.

A paradox woven into the fabric of dusk,

A cosmic riddle, a poetic musk.

Within the tapestry of the fading light,

A paradoxical dance takes flight.

Shallow whispers, profound sighs,

In the paradox, the heart complies.

Beneath the crescent moon's soft allure,

A paradox emerges, both subtle and pure.

Surface reflections, a mere veneer,

Yet within the shallows, a depth sincere.

As stars awaken in the vast expanse,

A paradoxical interlude, a celestial dance.

In the shallow pools of stardust dreams,

Depth and shallowness entwine in gleams.

Through the corridors of time's own rhyme,

A paradox meanders, transcending time.

Shallow footsteps echo deep within,

A paradoxical journey about to begin.

In the laughter of waves upon the shore,

A paradoxical symphony, forevermore.

Shallowness conceals the ocean's might,

Yet paradoxically, depth takes its flight.

The zephyr's whisper through leaves so green,

A paradoxical secret, seldom seen.

Shallowness cradles profound mystery,

A paradoxical union, a dance of history.

In the reflection of the mirrored lake,

A paradoxical ripple, choices to make.

Shallowness mirrors the depth of thought,

A paradoxical journey, intricately wrought.

As dawn unfolds its golden wing,

The paradox deepens, a mystical spring.

In the duality of shadows and light,

A paradoxical poem takes flight.

So, in the labyrinth of paradoxical art,

Where the shallow conceals a world apart,

A poetic tale unfurls, in joy and sorrow,

With paradoxes that start, continue, and borrow.