Just like we did on the other day
We chased a shadow on the wall,
A tree’s bough waving gracefully
To its own original under the sky.

Just like then ,during and before
We had lived in the great tummy
A cave where we had felt comfy
And the shadows never touched.

We were other’s shadows born
From a fleeting glimpse of love
In darkness that would precede
Our own preternatural existence.

As shadows do not cast shadows.
They will stop waving on a wall
When we are dust and a shadow
Of a shadowy former existence.


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