My shadow follows me everywhere,
Least not my worry to fall!
For, whenever she is with me,
I always feel ten feet tall!
On sunny days I see her best,
That shape upon the ground!
But at days end, she fades away,
Hidden in the moons background!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/11/15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem