Hazy Shadow

I was standing for too long in the vacuum Watching a scene from behind misty's cover, as if I were peered at myself! Bending above my pink chair, Noticing how my colored shadow Becomes pale, Whenever sun's glare faded and fell' asleep Watching how becomes hazy, while Crosses many orchards, Poor cities and streets Crosses spacious yards, Ruined fields, and alleys And never hesitates to reincarnation In joy and sorrow Peered at myself without realizing That there is a third shadow, Standing there, murmuring with words The words that the time,place and you, Make me forget them all.