My shadow creeps after me-
It stays and stays
On sunny days.
It does things with
Other shadows.
My shadow sniffs a
Black flower.
It looks upon a
Black bird.
The world of shadow
Is strange,
Lovely, and fun.
In fact,
Everything has a shadow
But the sun!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My shadow sniffs a Black flower. It looks upon a Black bird... strange world of shadow.. reflection which leads to a philosophy of its own. tony