Black smudged against the wall
As the sunlight kisses my fair skin-
If my shadow ever wants to feel
The warm embrace of the sun
Against its dark edges.
If it could,
Would my shadow meet my palm with its own?
If my shadow could speak,
Would it tell me how beautiful I look
When I make it dance across the walls
And against buildings and trees?
Or would my shadow simply stare back at me
And share a peaceful silence with me?
Because my shadow knows of the light I've traveled through,
But also the darkness.
It knows my secrets and hidden emotions.
It knows my flaws and errors.
It knows the beauty and tragedy.
Yet it follows me anyway.
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