A Night without stars.
One lamp on the way,
gently shining on us both,
me and my shadow.
I asked my shadow,
”will you be with me forever? ”
The shadow answered,
“You see, I’m always beside you.”
Then the road turned into darkness.
The shadow disappeared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Praise for your beautiful., provocative poem. Regards, Sandra Fowler