Fear is one big cloud
Self-pity another
I pull on my life
Playing hop scotch
Between the shadows
Flirting between circumstances
Some unavoidable ones
Some fruit of my own mistakes
I survive all with your smile
Pouring out from behind
All the dark clouds of gloom
I know they will float away.
When you are silent
It is a dark moonless night
And I walk alone in the shadow
Of the valley of death!
I liked your 'flirting with circumstances' expression. But, angelina, are you sure? ? ? The concluding part is par excellence, dear!
a lovely truth...and you have told it beautifully well...goes into my favs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
shadows at play- very apt title for the dark theme. told beautifully with good images 10 Mamta