Day 16

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Tail

Everytime time,

she walks down the street

She always took small

glimpses of the lamp post

It twinkle once,

then twice,

She used to lean on

but when buses didn't

wait anymore

she moved another street

Her shadow lurk

from her back

it clouds the light

and dances with the dark

But apparently,

it came off,

perhaps out of electricity

her silhouette disperse

evanesce into the mist

She doesn't bat an eye

She doesn't even flinch

or jumped out of fright

That the dark looses its color

And became like one of her skin


Bucketlist 16:  Dont become the shadow, be the light

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