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Shadow
Jan 23, 2008 16:16:24 GMT -6
Post by shadow_scribe on Jan 23, 2008 16:16:24 GMT -6
It's a sunny day. I watch the kids play in the Grass, Their shadows leaping through the Air. I stand by the road, Just waiting for something To happen, And watching my shadow mirror me.
What beautiful, elegant legs my shadow has, What graceful feet it walks on! I love its tall figure, Just the right curves and shape, The arms perfect length. My shadow's long, silky hair blows gently In the wind, Almost as if it yearned to Dance.
Do I dare think this shadow is my own? Do I dare say this beautiful figure is not the sun's but my Own? No, 'tis the truth. I shall never be as beautiful As my own shadow.
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