She was my cohort
(My best of friends)
I sang soliloquies to her.
(And she was my silent listener)
We are bound together,
And it is nature’s well.
Sometimes I followed her,
Other times, she followed me.
When she was tall, slim and beautiful
I wished I was she.
She reassured me out rightly,
When I endured a bad hair-do-day
She stood by me in my tribulations
Fighting the heat of the day.
At night, she rested at my feet,
Cozy and snuggled.
Some asked me
“Who is your best friend?”
I did say,
“Who else would it be???”
We saw the sun rise together,
The beacon colour the sky.
The mallow coloured itself
Pink and blue, in front of our eyes.
Together we drank the cup of splendor,
Of rivers, hills and mountains alike.
“Who could savor nature thus?”
Better than you and I
Me and my shadow.
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