He lived only to find his own shadow,
that was lost some years ago
during a brief walk
along a quiet lane in a suburb.
He looks everywhere,
Thousands of times he repeated to track it down,
He paid frequent visits to the lane repeatedly,
Of an uncertain quest.
Those days in the past,
he spend with towering grief,
He is not willing to give up,
He is looking, literally
Everywhere,
Still no shadows.
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