Shadows on the pavement.
Walking past.
Going in the direction
I'm coming from.

Strangers in their grey.
Tall or short.
They are like me
one and all.

For behind me
comes my shadow.
like them before.

That’s what we cast on this earth,
as on it we pass.

that know no colour,
creed or caste.

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