No power to speak,
No power to make this voice squeak,
So I cry, I whimper
In this quiet place,
Of sadness, can’t whisper
I long for shadow,
As mine just vanished
Outside the window
Are you the cause of
This fading light?
Will you be that guide?
My shadow to end
This terrible fright?
The shadow some say can be the inner soul. Enjoyed the read. Patricia Gale
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem, ease to read and flows together Later... Isaac