23-01-2011
Shadow Shot Sunday #140
Det er surt
at være hans skygge,
altid løbe efter ham.
hvor han går,
går jeg.
hvor han står,
står jeg.
Men når solen er væk,
går jeg mine egne veje.
It's sour
to be his shadow,
always running after him,
where he goes,
I go,
where he stands,
I stand.
But when the sun is gone,
I go my own ways.
godt at man ind i mellem kan gemme sig for skyggen.. :-)
SvarSletThat's so well fitting for the poem you shared. Excellent.
SvarSletSHELL SHADOW
http://hootin--anni.blogspot.com/2011/01/shadowy-existence-amongst-dust.html
Hope your weekend has been treating you well.
Oh, terrific shadow, and the poem superb!
SvarSletTeeny weeny shadow,is that you?
SvarSletgreat photos and shadows!
SvarSletvia SSS
Light Trigger
Love this shot, great post!
SvarSlet