ME AND THE SHADOW

ME AND THE SHADOW

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It was a concave moon And i saw a lonely soul Resting at its tip alone The picture was so beautiful Only the shadow of the soul was visible In the radiative light and it did resonated So my soul inclined to have a conversation if possible I glided towards him drifting through the cotton clouds as it was fated. The fluxes caused clouds parting and got the soul's attention It screamed with abhor and sucked Me in, the gravity was determined I could only hold to floppy clouds that never even could gift a friction. The fear proved that it was non another than a beast yes it revealed I was imbibed completely in to him and melted and felt his rapture Enjoyed the taciturn of moon clouds and of stars that is cohabiting But am propelled to look down and sight of earth was captured The peace i gained shrinked and started to taste the averse I slowly felt control over the beast so i took the dive down The wind starte
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I was scheduled to die in less than 24hrs from now. And the person who conspires to put me out of my miserable life is the one who put me through hell. His hell. My husband. I didn't mind dying. I was rather happy to finally get this thing over with. You know, get over life. But just when I was ready to rest in peace, I met her. Her beautiful blue eyes glittered with tears bringing light to this moonless night. The cold breeze brought a shiver to her fragile tiny body. She looked nothing less than a porcelain doll, delicate and clean. But she scared me when she looked at me with hope. Hope to save her. I laughed at this naive little girl. How was I to save her when I couldn't save myself? Nevertheless, I extended my hand for her to take, and with some hesitation, she wrapped her whole hand around my one finger. First time in my meaningless life I felt a spark. Spark of life enlightened in me with her one innocent touch. She made me want to live a little while longer with a small innocent promise, holding me tight to live with her, for her. Cover by @Aphroditelivid

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