It is so lovingly attached
with me
Wherever I go in light
it dangle about me
sometimes brisk, when I take hurried walk
sometimes cozy, sitting beside me
like a domesticated black feline
And
When night falls - around
It sentry darkness
along with my texture and hue
merging -
all that is
To own.
How only in my death
Could I repent
What was so dear to me - my soul
My shadow.
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