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Shadow

One day I questioned my shadow:-
Why do you walk beside me all the time?
Be it thicker and darker nights,
Or the thinner and happier sun-shines;
What makes you stick to me?
Why do you accompany me?

One day I questioned my shadow:-
It answered me back in its baritone.
"You find in me a fancy, an illusion.
You treat me like a phantom, a reflection.
You know not but I am there to show you,
that little burning lamp in those dark streets.
I am there not to bring any despair,
but to usher you into the door of opportunities.
I am there to cheer you on and on.
I am there so that you may never be alone.
I am there for you and because of you.
I am there to repose your faith in you."

And one day when I saw my shadow:-
I smiled for I knew I had a friend for life.

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  1. LibbyMay 26, 2012 at 5:44 PM

    I really like this! It tells a great story and the poem is also well constructed :)

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsMay 26, 2012 at 5:50 PM

      Thank you Libby. I am glad that you read this and like it too.

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  2. CathyMay 26, 2012 at 11:54 PM

    It's true, we are our best friend. :)

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsMay 27, 2012 at 9:28 AM

      Yes we are. I think I would second that any day anytime.

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  3. Kim Bongiorno at Let Me Start By SayingMay 27, 2012 at 6:46 AM

    This feels familiar and happy.
    Came from Trifextra.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsMay 27, 2012 at 9:27 AM

      Glad to have you over. And that you enjoyed the post makes me even happier.

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  4. k~May 27, 2012 at 10:08 AM

    To introduce a shadow as a lifelong friend... very creative.

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  5. Traci MicheleMay 27, 2012 at 11:48 AM

    nice to meet you! Love, Traci Michele @ Ordinary Inspirations http://www.ordinaryinspirations.blogspot.com

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsMay 28, 2012 at 9:13 AM

      Nice to have you over here. Thanks for the visit and I hope you liked the post.

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  6. Jester QueenMay 27, 2012 at 8:14 PM

    Makes me think of the Robert Louis Stevenson poem about shadows.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsMay 28, 2012 at 9:16 AM

      This is a great compliment. Thank you for this encouragement and appreciation.

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  7. CarverMay 29, 2012 at 11:29 AM

    I like the images in this. Shadows are fun to play with in photography.

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  8. Jester QueenJune 15, 2012 at 2:39 PM

    Puts me in the mind of the Robert Louis Stevenson poem about shadows. Although I think the narrator of that poem winds up a bit more vexed by the shadow :)

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJune 15, 2012 at 9:40 PM

      This is a great compliment. Thank you for this encouragement and appreciation.

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