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Shadows
I move, I step,
     as silent as snow.
I grow, I flick,
     from lit candle wick.
I leap, I bound,
     yet don't leave the ground.
I've arms, I've hair,
     less substantial than air.
I pass, I go,
     with someone I know.
I dash, I tumble,
     but it's never my fumble.
 

 

 

 

 

 
never makes noise

stretches from light sources

always exist on some surface

no mass to its form

individual to whoever makes it

just a reflection so can't be faulted