I’M A SHADE…
I’m a shade,
I follow my body
Like a ghost…
I’m a shade,
I eye myself
From the shadow.
I’m a shade,
And I breathe
With the noose
Of obligation,
I’m a shade,
“And why does my heart
Sing to you? ”
That’s the question…
This is a fascinating poem (a love poem methinks) , neatly structured and tinged with irony. You leave space for the reader to make his/her own assumptions. Fine penning. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
And why does my heart Sing to you? ” * ** * Neurons sent signals to your heart meaning builded shapes and dim sighted the chant A shade of clolor lights your shadow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why? May be all of us love our shades although they look dark ahead or behind us...Good insightful poem, Tsira...10