WEEPING SHADOW
Coloured is that dark shadow
which exists in its own meadow
a shadow crawling in mystery
In forever search of its destiny
A crying shadow of vengeance
In dying quest of mind perfection
Of crystal tears it weeps river
Moans of ignorance to beings
A shadow which seeks quiver justice
A shadow that runs from hatred
In it every smile gives a Teardrop
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