Be they long or short, clear or distorted
They are the intangible, evanescent,
Incorporeal and elusive
Constant companions of your steps.
They are there with you
Day and night they follow you
Wherever you go, they go
Sometime they lead, sometime you do.
You can't get rid of them
You rarely give them any time
Their lack of dimension does not appeal
Nor does their moodless hues
They don't show wrinkles, they aren't sexy
Their silence is deep and comforting
On water they look more settled than in air
Who are they? This is a riddle for you.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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