Shadows are friends, who speak in soft silence,
Caressing mountain´s hips, flirting with gold
sun,
Teasing all leaves, who waltz with tentative
lips,
Lurking round corners, tapping on turned shoulders,
Peeping furtively, from turrets & steeples
at dawn.
Shadows of eyelashes upon cheek & tendril
on neck,
In the twitch of soft smile, that frightens
shed tears,
At the corner of the eye, of all the dead passing
by,
Maybe it´s just a shadow of doubt, that all
is not well,
Shadows bidding farewell, at the turn of the
moon.
Some shadows running ahead & others hiding
behind,
Dash darting, fast scuttling & merrily dancing
around,
Whispering in ears & then disappearing in
grey mists,
Friends, always around us & never deeming
to hurt,
Sombras enveloping souls, from womb to old tomb.
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