Quiet Life Poem by Dan Uriel

She is a big-hearted and serious ghost:
where do I go, she crawls next to me —
Sure: my shadow follows me everywhere
and I meet her now and then, 'cause
it's so nice to get tired and then relax on her.

No light in the night; no fight.
Down there: gloom and peace.
There is fatigue in us and silence,
as the one that only virgin snow can bring —
It's faintly falling on this cold night.

The snow keeps falling
And covers an endless world.
Don't be sorry, my shadow, if I'm quiet now —
The clouds are quiet, also
— Like my shadow and the meadow outside.