When the shadows become longer

[onacarom]

When the shadows become longer

Talking to the moon behind the window,
while the light sleeps and the ghosts dream,
covered, covered by the quiet shadows
of the lost valleys hidden in any corner,
in any silence.

And the loneliness chases all the steps
that in the distance
look for their way,
and the loneliness chases all the steps
that in the distance look for their way.

Best Regards