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A Shadow

A Shadow 

I wonder why it keeps following me,
I think it has nothing  else to see.
At times it stands as tall as a giraffe,
Some other times  it's  as small as a dwarf.


I've  sometimes heard people  say,
That your shadow never  goes away.
But I've sometimes wondered why oh why,
Shadows always disappear when the moon is high.


Always remember fear not your shadow,
More than others across the meadow.
For your shadow cannot do you any harm
But with others you'll  always need to be calm.

Amana Ifthikar Fawaz

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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