Shadow
Midnight note struck, a strange melancholy,
and
a few stranded pedestrians ran for shelter..
Rain
was now falling, neither thick nor cold,
as
I turned around, to see my shadow falter..
Slowly I made my way, amid the street lamps,
that
cast misty glow, alternating darkness of light..
I
drew my cloak closer, though it wasnt chilling,
my
shadow laced to me by the seamstress light..
I sat in a corner, brooding over life,
and
turned to face my shadow, dutifully beside me..
I
thought "will it be there, even after I die?,
as
death breaks all bonds, will my shadow abide?"..
I bent a little to touch it, as it did the same,
though
there was none around, it felt foolish to do so..
with
a sigh I got up and continued forward,
the
temptress journey of life, chaperoned by my shadow..
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