On 10th I stand On arm, finger Reaching upwards, Towards the sky. Still you run by, Pass me without a second glance. Onward to 11th, Looking behind I see a man, Casting a shadow As long as mine. Nowhere to hide, But then it is you, I feel fine, Yet irritated as you walk by. I push on. Hurriedly I look back. Glare. Looking back I Stare. You again! You run around the bend Practically stepping upon my feet. I stop at the corner of 12th. Refusing to take another step. To my delight I meet someone new. You come along too. I ask, "Traveler, have you traveled far?" Your reply, "Yes my friend, from the stars."Birth sign: Leo
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