I see the shadow flickring behind me,
as It passes through the dark peaky road,
surrendering itself to the darkness of the sky.
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Shadows made of an object May never loose its properties. But shadows made of mind Never has any identity itself Than what you figure it out. Be watchful of your mind in creating those shadows. Its better to be cautious of those shadows Never be afraid of those. All the best.
shadow yet flickers darkness still ends sun when rises in the east world yet embalms the light.....................lovely poem when wrought by the ingenuity, congrats dear Richy, and you derseve 10+, thanks for sharingf
A great start with a nice poem, richy kar. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks