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Little thoughts dragging me away, Funny, funny; that I may say, As Comedy fills in my day, I express it in a little word play

The Secret Guardian

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by knightofthepenpoetry

by knightofthepenpoetry

As I briskly walked across the street,
The street glinted by a shimmery light,
The secret guardian, did I meet,
And we ended up in a raging fight

I'd never known who he was,
Like a stalker, he'd follow me,
For a minute or two, did I pause,
Wondering deeply, who was he

For a while, he'd walk with me,
And suddenly, suddenly, he feels afraid,
As he parts away from the little me,
Slowly, slowly, he starts to fade

As he starts to fade away,
Unguarded, he leaves me all alone,
His faint little shades, I must say,
Away, away, like the wind, it's blown

My secret guardian, I did meet,
As I walked past the shimmery light,
But when I left the glinted street,
The little shadow left my sight

I miss my shadow...