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She sat against the quiet wall, where shady light was soft and small, a rustle of a fading dream... She whispered to the silver gleam: — Who are you? And the shadow slid, like early spring, and quickly hid. — Who are you? — You. — And what of me? — You’re me. — Am I alone tonight? — You’re not. — But I... — Afraid to be? — A bit. — I’m here. — Then hold me tight. And in the dark where long nights sway, the shadow trembled, faint and gray. They blurred together, soft as rain, one into self, one out of pain. The evening, blue as notebook ink, stood guard inside the quiet night, and didn’t dare to bring the light. — What if I turn to light? — she said. — I’ll be the silence in your head. — What if I turn to wind or night? — I’ll be your echo, out of sight. Between them lay a breath, a spark, a hollow space within the dark. No shadow there, no self to see, just someone breathing, wild and free. A whisper through the quiet land: "I am."
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5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 8:46 PM UTC
The Girl and the Shadow
She sat against the quiet wall, where shady light was soft and small, a rustle of a fading dream... She whispered to the silver gleam: — Who are you? And the shadow slid, like early spring, and quickly hid. — Who are you? — You. — And what of me? — You’re me. — Am I alone tonight? — You’re not. — But I... — Afraid to be? — A bit. — I’m here. — Then hold me tight. And in the dark where long nights sway, the shadow trembled, faint and gray. They blurred together, soft as rain, one into self, one out of pain. The evening, blue as notebook ink, stood guard inside the quiet night, and didn’t dare to bring the light. — What if I turn to light? — she said. — I’ll be the silence in your head. — What if I turn to wind or night? — I’ll be your echo, out of sight. Between them lay a breath, a spark, a hollow space within the dark. No shadow there, no self to see, just someone breathing, wild and free. A whisper through the quiet land: "I am."
From : Tales from the Other Side of the Pillow (for kids and grownups where kids live) First door: No One Saw Me, Yet I Was (stories about those who exist, even when no one is looking)
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