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Let your shadow rest, young children,

For she scrapes against the concrete

Through puddles,

Over burning asphalt streets

Through windy autumn days.

She sees you when you’re at your best,

When you’re like the sun,

Bent over laughing,

Hands around the ones you love,

Mingling with their shadows.

She knows you at your worst,

When you cannot stop your tears,

When you’ve succumbed to your fears,

And fear overcomes you,

She sits with you.

Your shadow loves you,

She follows you in earnest,

Through all of your adventures,

Scraping against concrete,

Through puddles,

Over burning asphalt streets,

Through windy autumn days.

So let your shadow rest, your children,

Sit in the soft grass,

Sit below the trees shade,

Let her rest.

She works so hard to be with you at all times,

Her ever present form

Is tired,

Almost as tired as you are. 

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i was going through my documents and i found this fossil. 

poppy.