She sneaks behind me,
walking my shadow along incensed path.
She kindles the fiery spirit encompassed in me.
People ask, “Do you see her much?”
I do.
She is before I am.
I am her. My nature she is…
She is me.
.
She sneaks behind me,
walking my shadow along incensed path.
She kindles the fiery spirit encompassed in me.
People ask, “Do you see her much?”
I do.
She is before I am.
I am her. My nature she is…
She is me.
.
Interesting as is the picture anmol.
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Wonderful, poignant and the meaning and warmth offered through the lines is even more enhanced by the picture you chose.
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I like how this evolved into ‘she’ being as one with the speaker.
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I found it interesting that she is sneaking behind and also the same as the narrator. I love that photo and was glad to click through and discover the other shadow paintings.
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Beautiful
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how interesting…its rather like a riddle…and an intriguing relationship you draw to her as well…always before you yet following as a shadow…
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I loved the evolution from beginning to end. Cool picture, too.
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Interesting piece! Cool pic!
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Really cool concept – the self that travels alongside (or behind). Thanks for linking it up!
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Like a lot of the others have said, what a great picture you selected! I like the pacing of the writing, too
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Yes, this is beautiful and thought-provoking. I love, “She is before I am”. It’s as if the narrator refers not merely to his/her shadow but to their shadow-self.
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A cool take Anmol:-)Good to see you again!
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Wish there was separating the me from she. sometime, yes. Crazy but yes.
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thats beautifull
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Lovely. . . .
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