The Shadow - Poem by Christine Lockehart
Or am I?
I sense his presence
Watching through the corners of my eyes
Lucky am I to catch a glimpse
Of this mysterious being
Is he an angel?
Or simply a mirage of my mind?
I'll never know...
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