He is the shadow
Of who you were meant
To be...
And he wanders
In the nights
Wondering why
He cannot find
What he is
Looking for...
And he cries
Alone sometimes
In the dark
When no one
Hear his soul
Or under the rain
When the thunder
Mixes with his tears
And he hides his
Fears under a mask
An he pretends
That he does not care
But secretly in his heart
He does...his shadow smile
Because she knows...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Sunday, March 8, 2020
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