Poem 13- My Shadow

 My shadow wears

A dark cloak that covers who I am
A shawl that hides my fears
A jacket that keeps me cold and  knows where I go                                       Its hair is like a mop
Coarse and stringy
My shadow is a vampire bat
Its black wings soar
Silent as the night
Creating fear in all it touches

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  1. DeekshaAugust 3, 2021 at 2:45 AM

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