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White Shadow
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White Shadow

Poem By hoedong howard

on the way breaking dusk
when i strain my feeble ear
there is the sound of footsteps

to listen to footsteps
could i hear well?

after realizing everything stupidly
after seding back myselfs to their home
there is a white show dissappearing on the dark corner

white shadows
loving white shadows...

after dismissing my everything
turning vainly on the back street
i come back to my rook coloring like dust

like a dignified sheep with deep faith
i shall glaze all days without any worries

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