Alone together with one's shadow
A signature of loneliness
Accompanied by no other
But this figure of darkness.
All silence is heard
Empty winds then accompany
Nothing more to describe the scene
Than a manifest melancholy.
But what to be uneased?
When out of the figured darkness there is sight
Of what by else that makes a shadow...
The bearing of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
just figured i'm not good in making titles...