Dress of shadow ...
I start my step.
In the fog.
Mild ...
Silent...
Imperceptible.
An inaudible March ...
A light flight.
Just my breath ...
It gives me the rhythm.
In the silence...
In solitude ...
I'm fine with it.
I accept the melancholy ...
I accept the pain ...
It does not bother me ...
But awareness ...
Habit.
Hidden by the mist ...
Unnoticed to the eyes.
Guardians scrutinize ...
But they see in vain.
...