ME AND MY SHADOW
MATLOOB BOKHARI
On the dewy path of blooming roses
Where we used to walk hand in hand
And inhaled ardent aroma of friendship
You used to look at moon, I looked at you
Yesterday, buried deep in my thoughts,
I walked without you, ignoring life in endless night
Seeing me alone, dirt cried, path wept
I forgot where the path was leading
I knew not where I was going in the cold wind
In the lonely streets of empty silence.
Michele Vizzotti-White
Michele Vizzotti-White I like the shift from the start to the end very vivid
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