The touch by the dark hand,
show up with the sun of shape of its palm.
caressing a youth mind of tomorrow.

Under the moon,
the shadow missing from sight,
but strong presence was known to them.

What does the shadow know?
What does the shadow see?
Question of its curious never told.

Reflect of his shadow,
couldn’t reach or touch the ground,
Him who plays with sun’s growth.

The shadow’s touch,
of people who gone.
They always in our heart,
where the shadow never show.