Shadows lurkin' in the dark
Mingling, dwindling, taking new forms
As if like mist they've risen suddenly
Clear, murky or grotesque figures
Each shadow has its own story
First there's a tall girl caressing her child
Though it's shadow I can feel her smile
It evanesces gradually to take a new form
A toddler chuckling, chased by its mom
Next I see the child grow tall
And a labouring mother wrapped in a shawl
Here comes a man solacing an old lady
A gesture of farewell; his flight is ready
Hark! what sees eye now, is not clear
Is it the mingling shadows, the mist or tears?
Ah! it's a tombstone covered with flowers
A shadow kneels down and cries for hours.