Friday, February 4, 2011


He peeps from his eyes,
Silently smiles,
Touches my feet,
With his feet,
Watches me,
Follows me,
With his legs,
Sometimes long,
Sometimes short,
He is dark in moon light,
And black in darkness,
His body has a uniform color,
Sometimes he scares me,
Like grumbling ghosts,
He cries,
But silently,
With tears of dry vapor,
I never understand,
Why he is with me?
But I know,
I can’t get rid of him,
He is my shadow,
And I am his wodahs.

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