Shadows fleeing from the sun,
Marking time as the day is done.
Blending together while once apart,
Now becoming one to form the dark.
Each shadow belongs to a special form,
When there is light, they are born.
Some shadows are beautiful when they appear,
While others may warn us that danger is near.
A shadows was never created out of thin air,
There was no beginning, they always were there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem