Don\u2019t cry, my little shadow
\nWhen it is about to dawn
\nLaugh, love and like
\nAll the smiles
\nThat will shower
\nThe path, in the morn,
\nSoak the dew
\nEven if It is always unsure
\nNo matter, if the
\nGates are closed
\nWalk steps, more, just a few
\nThere will be a sign
\nAnd there might be lamp posts
\nSomebody will tell you,
\nDon\u2019t worry, look for streams benign
\nAnd offer all wrinkles on your forehead
\nInto the lap of waves
\nWhat if I can not promise
\nThe night has invited
\nAll the fears
\nThat roamed free on the branches so long
\nAs if to nest them
\nIn the garden of hopes
\nStairs are dilapidated, don\u2019t grudge them
\nJust walk on,
\nLove will pave the way, sure, it will
\nAnd you don\u2019t have to stop
\nBecause the stairs give way
\nMoth eaten woods of each step
\nIs too old now
\nDon\u2019t try to slimb this way
\nJust fly into the arms of future
\nLike an eagle watchful of small bates
\nFar away
\nScattered in the valleys of sacred crates
\nOf lamps, flowers and all the offerings
\nDevotees brought at your door
\nGo
\nBless them,
\nGo, bless them<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Don\u2019t cry, my little shadow When it is about to dawn Laugh, love and like All the smiles That will shower The path, in the morn, Soak the dew Even if It is always unsure No matter, if the Gates are closed Walk steps, more, just a few There will be a sign And there … <\/p>\n