My shadow is vain
It has no substance,
But loves to follow
Wherever I go.
Largely, it is ignored.
But, oh, my shadow
Loves me so.
It runs and jumps.
And sometimes hides.
It has no
Emotions inside.
It has no heart
It has no brain
Not even to come in
From the rain.
But that’s okay,
I’ll take the reins
To protect my shadow—
My best friend.
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