When I walk by,
all people see is my shadow.
I hide, I cry,
no one can see.
In my shadow,
I die.
I leave traces of blood
but my shadow covers them all.
No one can see my stolen soul,
only darkness and solitude are my friends.
When I walk by,
all people see is my shadow.
I hide, I cry,
no one can see.
In my shadow,
I die.
I scream,
but my shadow covers them all.
No one can see my stolen soul;
only darkness can cope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem