The Dancing Shadow
I am stitched onto this physique of flesh
Gracefully following whenever I can
Dancing in front, behind, or to the side.
I love how I see myself
Shaded grey
Shaded black.
The beauty of movement
The beauty of vision
Enchanting and mesmerizing
Swaying end to end—
Caught in a frenzy of twirls.
Defining the curves of her nose
Her lips
Her hair
But without the gift of becoming a mirror image
The true color
The true direction
The true ways of a mortal
I will always be
Her dancing shadow.
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