I was less when you were not around.
My shadow always followed my sound.
But now when I look back to see,
another beside the one from me.
I had a lesser distanced sight.
Less to look at to my left or right.
But now there's a beauty of a shine,
and I'm happy you call me mine.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 26th, 2026 15:08
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Comments1
A good poem of love and gratitude. Clever wording makes it flow. Well done
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