POEM 150: SHADOW
Dear butterfly dancing around my shadow,
there’s no substance in me.
Do you know?
Soon, when the sun covers her blazing face
with a cloak of clouds,
and this dark matter knocked out by light
from my bruised soul
shall evaporate like chaff in the wind.
When this eclipse of hearts happens,
tell me, butterfly dancing around my shadow,
will you admire my autumn leaves so?
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