I hid there in my shadow,
moving to the right, to the left,
shifting a knee or an elbow
to get just the right form in the light.
You only see my shadow.
I made my shadow such perfection,
that I forgot to look in the mirror.
The sun cast its rays upon me for so long
that I no longer felt the burn.
The sting of the rain pouring into my wounds,
was the closest to comfort I ever knew.
No wonder you only see my shadow.
Tomorrow is a new day.
You’ll wake up to look at my shadow,
and it will be gone.
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