It's knitted to my feet.
Never torn a part
like pistol and mortar,
It's a superb companion
in the light.
But, it jilts in dark days
And let me walk alone.
It's often fearful.
Shadow manned in the back of light,
And tailed a midst front front light.
Besides xeroxing what i do,
We take the same steps
No wonder the distance.
As long as light immortalize.
Shadow never feel my pain,
Dry when I'm wet.
Shall I call it a friend?
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A good start with a nice poem, Ryekotoo. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.