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Kage.



In a realm inhabited with matter,
It prevails,
A shadow of all that is substantial,
Of all that is dense.
A shadow that occupies space,
Yet conquers no space.
Manifested miscellaneously,
An existence impeded by brilliance,
Its expression remains determinate.

A shadow of all that is corporeal,
Unbeknownst to itself,
When gazed upon by a soul,
Provokes a myriad of thoughts.
A commensal bond,
A symbiosis regarded as ethereal,
Illusive and thought of as trivial.

A soul of all that is substantial,
of all that is corporeal,
Continues to fathom the existence of its shadow.
The Shadow lives on,
In ignorance of its gravity,
Of its benefaction to its soul.
Its neither a fable nor a parable,
But an allegory that will evanesce over time.



Grymm Ripper :]

(P/S: Image by Arin Rajawali. I don't own neither do I take any credit for the image above.)

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  1. thank you so much for using my work for your poetry, truly an honor to be with you :) cheerss

    arin rajawali

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  2. Oh no! THANK YOU! i couldn't find any other picture that could have helped express my poem like yours did! THANK YOU!

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