As i walk along the footpath,
i see my friend,
who casually imitates my body,
my structure, the blackness in,
midst of the bright yellowish,
light emitted from the street lamp,
during a busy night with pre-occupied roads,
accompanying me, instilling confidence,
like the tune of a xylophone,
in the midst of many organs,
wafting along the breeze,
in situations where loneliness,
waits at the end of the tunnel,
to grab hold of us, shake us,
scare us to tears,
the black image providing,
shade to the ground, the,
ultimate proof of all our actions,
walks by our side like a genii,
that comes out from the,
lamp of our soles............
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