Deep in the meadows
is my wandering shadow
insensate like death
as shallow as sea depth
where I am
with me it is
It is my clone
which is never borne
Ever with me
as a friend
playing , dancing and walking along
Never we part from
like filial of ours
It is as pure
as my soul is
Has no death
though I do
rests in my soul
like child with it’s mother
My shadow is clear
like image reflected on mirror
as dark as cloud
as innocent as I am
It is lifeless
yet lives
loved by all
just the way I am
My image after death
as remembered by few
My undeparting soul
is my shadow
merrying in meadow