The Tragedy of My Shadow.
Lightly the darkness I ring.Faintly visible --
the outer darkness --
To cast tenderness on the darkness within.
When they speak,
I soundlessly echo.
I am movement,
without consciousness.
Lightly the darkness I ring...
I am the butterfly's wings
Unable to stop should I want to.
I am your foot --
Movement without thought.
Shadow, shadow!
I am neither strong nor smart
Fluttering with the light
But how you cannot cast me aside!
For where you go, I am.
And where you rest, I rest.
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