Walking Shadows

 

I talk to shadows.

A lot many, from

The passing days;

In new bottles

With newer shades,

New looks

And dazzling glows.

 

And all my questions

Change back to phonemes

In a big void,

With no place to land

Like a newbie in twitter

With no returning flows.

 

And I'm a shadow myself

Waking up a new born,

Rising from the deaths

Of the earlier nights

In every single morn;

Putting on well a new day

And the colors of past to adorn.