Dear Shadow,
A letter to My number one companion
East, west, still twice my size. Black though not too dark.
Never have you ever ditched me, please don’t start now.
My A+, the only guy who doesn’t see any bad in me. Geared by gene, the ultimate blueprint. Guess it’s Genesis of this humble soul.
When I walk, you go with me. When I slide, together we fall. My nearest comforter, thy companion.
Twice my size, 4 times thinner. An atom isn’t a pure explanation. Star of hope, immediate comforter.
The only thing I don’t like about you is reprinting all my gestures. But No matter your shortcomings, you are all I call my own.
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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