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When the Sun Sets

When the sun sets,

My shadow disappears,

And so does yours.

My heart travels to the dejected past

To numerous years ago…

To decades of…

Isolation and mysticism.

When the sun sets,

My shadow disappears;

And then,

I live alone;

I feel alone;

And I can’t but

Think of you.

Who are you?

I do not know.

What is your color?

I do not know either.

What are you?

I also do not know.

Something attracts me to you,

Maybe the unknown!

Or maybe a desire that roams in my heart.

I wish I knew who you were.

I wish our shadows met.

I wish you knew that I

Searched for you… for many years.

Until now you have never come…

Will you come, please?

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Mohammad Bader

Writer, Thinker, Leader, Counselor, and Poet who wrote The Traveler.