The Shadow

If I were a rock, I wouldn’t

Keep your passing shadow’s trace;

If I were an endless river,

I would carry not for days

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On my ever-changing body

Burns from tears nor scars from curses:

Your cold words would disappear

Like in a swift current — stones;

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If I were a desert wind,

I’d but brush past you on my way

To the ball that starts are throwing

In the middle of nowhere;

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If I were the blue of heavens,

Our lifelines would never cross:

Mine — the immovable horizon,

And yours — the curve of the spinning Earth;

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But I’m not a rock nor river,

I can’t be like skies or winds,

Which was why I must have let you

Come to mean so much to me;

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Yet, I stand while time flows through me,

Rushed forth by the gale and breeze,

The night devours the darkest shadows,

And so from yours I’ll soon be free