PASSING SHADOWS
We all are passing shadows
That go down with the sun of time.
If our shadows worth more than sparrows,
Why sell ourselves short just for a dime?
As for my shadow, God's image it follows;
Dark or fair, I'm still His concrete oracle.
To fill into my place in the cosmos' hollows,
This my passing shadow must do miracles.
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01-09-16.
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