I laid on my bed to speak with my shadow. I started thinking about things that i could call mine, and recognized that only one thing is my shadow.
Does she follow me, or do i follow her?
Who was born first?
What does she do when i sleep?
I wanted to tell her "thank you", because she never leaves me, but i fall asleep by listening unknown opera melody.
When i woke up, the summer was ready to go, taking its coat and putting the sun at the distant pocket. I closed my eyes pretending that i'm still sleeping, i knew that the autumn won't make me waiting to come.
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