as silent and firm
as the rocks
I pine for you...
the sun sets
but not my shadow
in the glow of sunset
the shadow and I
are companions:
I dream of his life
he longs for my heartbeat
raising the wine cup
you used to drink
I entice the moon
for her, with my shadow,
will make a party of three
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