Shadows....
A semblance of what we think we are
Changing from moment to moment,
Depending on the direction one walks
in their day.
Preceptions....
A semblance of what we think we are.
Also changing, growing, shringking,
Depending on the direection one walk
in their day.
Like one's little shadow....
Self percetion might depend on ones
' juxta-position',
Some times tall, overextending past reality....
Ohter times....just barely under foot...
Trampled.
Depending on the direction one walks
in thier day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem