Forward
the sun is shadowed overhead
as i walk this long path forward
the trees, twisted with thorns
the leaves black
and i look back
at Nothing
my shadow
walks its own path
falling away on either side of my
a single glance of light
is hardly in sight
the only form of something
is a black crow
which becomes my new shadow
for the sun is shadowed overhead
as i walk this long path forward
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