Shadows of trees play silently within my mind,
seeking to hide from the pain of life.
Watching them skip and run from tree to tree,
trying to cover me with their darkness.
But, I am too quick and hide from them in dark
night hours.
There they cannot find me because I blend in
with my surroundings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a lovely poem leaving the mind to think thrice, that is by hiding yourself from the shadows of trees where you hide yourself through your blending? ? Is it in the place with pleasure or in a further grave place? ? It is like TO BE OR NOT TO BE. A dilemma.............. Very nice