Illusory Shadows


Karo Umukoro

My friends are shadows

that are inseparable to me

at the breaking dawn of morn,

when the eternal golden torch

is dazzling bright like the candles

in the quaint church...

But at creeping sundown

when my chips have fallen down

and night swallows whole my soul

with the endearing songs of the lark

no more heard in the dark,

Then shall my shadows

not be seen following me

in the gloomy grieve of night.

Alas! my friends are what

they feign to be not.

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