Sharing our shadows throughout life, following us in and out of
daylight and darkness, do they gather and learn everything that
we do.
Wondering at times, knowing full well that they are just shadows
of our reflections in the end, if we had no sunlight would they
exist?
Does artificial light change or alter their reflection at all,
all these questions without answers while we live our lives on
earth.
Thinking on another plain, letting it all come together through
writing, yet we still have no explanations to define what they
seem to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
RoseAnn, such a brilliant write👍👍👍