If shadows had their own identities,
go the going when our bodies need rest;
You won't see mine under the sun
when the sky is naked with its radiance.
It walks unafraid in quiet streets,
trods in valleys where nature breathes;
Or sits somewhere til the moonlight beams,
and fade with the night full of bliss.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC
If shadows had their own identities,
go the going when our bodies need rest;
You won't see mine under the sun
when the sky is naked with its radiance.
It walks unafraid in quiet streets,
trods in valleys where nature breathes;
Or sits somewhere til the moonlight beams,
and fade with the night full of bliss.
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