In shadows deep, you watch my way,
Creeping close, you never stray.
Your flick’ring shade on wall I cannot trace,
Your whisper faint — a rustle in night’s embrace.
I care not who you are — in not, knowing, peace I find,
A riddle torn apart, left scattered in my mind.
I swung the door wide, broke your silent reign,
And now you come — the hour of pain!
in shadows deep
© Copyright: Роман Евгеньевич Болдырев, 2026
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