During snow fall, I fell so warm,
Melting all ice, I walked in farm,
Chasing a shadow, that tediously moved,
And enchanted in its glory, some equations it proves,
It makes me question, to my blood,
So controlled it travels, causing no flood,
But the shadow sometimes, looks with grim,
Asking me as if ‘will your breath trim’,
I look at the shadow, but do not speak,
Enraptured and holy, falling so meek,
As my destitute, marks my gestures,
And makes me agile, to feel few ventures,
A holy invitation, the shadow throws,
Magnetizing me near, inducing its woes,
‘Oh shadow’, I gasp, ‘your worries have load’,
‘You are so bizarre’, in humblest code,
Struggling to walk, you pulled me close,
I could have resisted, oh which path I chose,
You kill me shadow, please don’t do,
I might be wrong, yet my soul is true,
The shadow gazed around, calling my name,
I surrender my soul, my chase was lame,
And it drunk my vibes, which came off,
To grow more mighty, with thunderous laugh.
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