In the quiet dusk, where day meets night,
A shadow of mine, in fading light.
It follows close, yet silent, still,
A whisper of me on the twilight hill.
Dark and elusive, it stretches long,
In the amber glow, where I belong.
A twin without voice, a shape sans soul,
Bound to my steps, yet never whole.
In morning\'s embrace, it shrinks away,
A fleeting ghost at the break of day.
But come the eve, it grows anew,
A faithful shade, in the evening hue.
Through sunlit paths and moonlit dreams,
My shadow dances in the silvery beams.
It knows my secrets, my silent fears,
A constant companion through the years.
Though merely a specter, a fleeting trace,
It mirrors my journey, my life\'s embrace.
A shadow of mine, in the dimming light,
A part of my story, in the deepening night.