Shadow of you
Every night,
I rest myself upon the wideless slates,
Dreaming that we are shed by the bower.
Every day,
My mind, away from the real delusion life in skates,
Wondering that I will be always your precious hour.
Every summer,
My soul, shivering upon your hates,
Stopping myself from escaping you, the knower.
Every second,
Your shadows, indeed never be the evil baits,
Just like the typical grave and brittle flower.
Every breath that I take,
Wish I could grow the emotions, spread beyond the truth lying,
Under your tears and tearless drake,
With me lying…
In the shadow of you.
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