since that is how
a shadow works
then there is nothing
surprising with
being imitated
i own this shadow
and i can kill it with
light
when you want to be
my shadow
there are two things:
i am flattered by
you liking me but on
the other hand i pity you
since you cannot
and you can never be me
i always go away and
there you are without a body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem