There are lessons to be gathered long after the sun has set…
walking in a world made up of shadows and silhouettes.
There is inspiration in the silhouettes and shadows
wherever we may find them:
How they can only be created when there is light behind them.
How shadows have no color, no religion…no immorality…
Silhouettes…no gender, no age, no nationality.
Which makes me wonder the kind of world this would be…
If everyone we met….
concentrated less on all our differences…
and more on our shadows and silhouettes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Guaranteed. It would be a much more peaceful place.