Sometimes I think, I am wasting my time by thinking about him
It is not a big deal for me to chat with him
And walk with him
I never spent money for him and he for me
I always asking questions but he never replied
I am so patient to hear him well but not to care him well
He is a friend of mine,
Walks in front of me and sometimes behind
Like everyone he likes light not the dark
I think he has a lightened heart not a dark;
Like someone belongs everywhere with dark heart
Those who makes dark everywhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Walks in front of me and sometimes behind Like everyone he likes light not the dark However he doesn't like bright light nor full darkness. What he likes is twilight! An interesting write on shadow!