My crazy shadow

By Hira   

I dance but my shade remains silent,
I cry yet it laughs with sound high,
What can I call it ? But it's reality in life.
Being tired to walk while sitting pensive
All my breath gather over the sky,when it adors my breath keeping me behind,
The excursion of life between two
My shadow has crated a hole on through ,
Before sipping the taste of last
holy breath
Still it will stand over surface
and I sleep under stony grave.

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It bears the reality of human life and shadow is like as the reflection of soul,breath which always living.