Chasing shadow


Walking toward spring season
fresh scent in the air
tomorrow will leave behind
all the sadness that have not been so kind
Walking toward the sun
owerwhelm by the heat and blowing wind
chasing my own shadow
left behind footsteps that no one followed
Walking toward the twilight
leaves come falling down in flight
surround by the strange sound
a storm is coming around
Walking toward the night
the moon no longer shines
we are now apart
all I can hear is the sound my beating heart
Walking away from you
chasing my own shadow…

Pham Ngoc


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