The Shadow Short
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Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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Words go broken,
No matter how much
Short they spell
They bleed black, drip,
Where they get split
I sit inside your darkness,
Prefer to love your shadow,
Prefer to keep my candles,
Outside my windowsill
Let the light fall on you
Let it not enter my cavity
Forgetting-
It is a kinda death
Its ghost wanders
The valleys of memory lanes
Unruly
Let your shadow not grow
To put out my candles
I intend to keep them lit
Eternally
December 12,2022
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