The Shadow

DeathYesterday, I bowed out of my hat,
I could hear the birds herald the day,
I could also see the glorious sun rays
Piercing the clouds
And around me were beautiful nectar flowers

At dusk, the sun was on the other side of the earth
Slowly walking down to sleep.
The lake was calm,
The breeze was warm and still,
And the cloak of darkness thickened.

It was very late in hour.
The weak light from the old moon betrayed the night
But in the peace of the night,
The sneaky stealthy shadow prowled.

Today, I bowed out of my hat
And I could hear only rain whispers
But the bird singers.
I could see rain drops from the face of the sky.
Because a beautiful nectar flower was gone.

Ergo, even at noon it was so cold
And the lake’s face looked pale
Still clinging to the chills of dawn.
And that was when I realized
The herald of woe; the shadow last night
In the quietness of the faded day
Came and lingered in the garden.

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