Times when I with my shadow,
Those memories do crept back
Like seasons returning after seasons.
They do pelt my mind
Like rain pierce soil with vexation.
They do take my mind walking:
Transiting from silence to regrets,
Through those blind yesterday,
Those action with crippled feet
That had made my mind swollen,
Too heavy for my heart to carry.
I tried to crawl over them
I tried to sleep them away in slumber.
But they kept coming back
Sticking to the second hand
Skulking in the sundial
Till the hour chimes again
When I sit with my shadow.
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