Shadow In The Night

poem

Poem

The night is calm,
my heart is warm,
beneath the trees
a shadow lingers.

But not the shadow of the past,
nor the dread of many fears,
nor the pain of thousand tears

But the shadow of the day,
tired of the living things,
breathing, flying, moving fast,

the day when it all begins
and as if it will always last.
So the shadow takes a rest

beneath the solemn trees,
blossoming and green.
And the shadow wants to sleep
the night is calm, so warm.

 

more by GEORGI DIMITROV-KARLOVSKI

photograph by Hatim Belyamani

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