The shadow and the light
Seeing the light for what it is.
The dark shadow behind, which makes the light fly,
whispering truths, but never illuminating them.
Ephemeral light is a shadow in the air,
a little too sure of always wanting to shine.
With each step, everything becomes clearer
as time passes without a sound.
The light, as always, is getting darker.
The shadow is already seeing more clearly.
Aren't they opposed? This is certainly true.
How could the shadow please
its obscure light, which must always remain silent.
She was born to deceive herself.
But now, when the truth comes out,
you can no longer distinguish between light and shade.
The shadow had warned him, but she didn't listen.
She won't light up again, she's much too proud.
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Tony Herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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great poem 👍