Shadow and we,
We and Shadows
So close.
And we have
Our own stories
And we grow
With these.
2
We have our
Own stories
Red black Blue
And yellow
And white.
And we know
The art of dreams
In green field.
And we know
How to live
In desert sea.
And we show
The death its way
In dark and light.
3
Opt to go,
No loss.
But you have to
Find the way
You like.
How long
You can stay
No one can say.
No one is here
To measure
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A wonderful poem dear eb....I am gradually learning how to survive in this terrible jungle! A motivational piece of work....10