Chasing Shadows On the meadow where shadows freely play, Nature’s fleeting forms dance in the fray. Chasing the edges where light softly slips, In the laughter of grasses, the heart gently dips.
The sun casts its spell, a golden embrace, Each fleeting moment, a soft, tender grace. In the blend of the twilight, life seems to gleam, Caught in the magic, forever we dream.
- Alexei Kruchyonykh