poem about romanticism and realism

Shadow
Stand under the sun
The shadow appears
Shadow swallows the puny people
Their body and heart
We stand in the shadow sigh
Who knows we’re all the same
Swallows by the shadow

Question
You ask me how much I love you
I said I don’t know
I only know you already become my habit
I ask you how much you love me
You said you love me more than I love you

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