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.
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2014
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