The last trail by Shikanu' ©Copyright2026 The sun sets behind the hill, and its light slowly fades. I feel the calm of the approaching evening, mixed with a silence that will overcome me. I leave you the dreams locked in the drawer, and the words spoken halfway. The weight of regret is of no use now, better a smile that accompanies nostalgia. I greet you tonight, with a light heart, while the black shadow is already stretched across my path. Maybe tomorrow I will no longer be here, look for me in the wind that shapes the rocks from before I was here. Look at the sea on the horizon, search for a sign among the golden clouds. You will find my name on that bridge, hidden inside a little treasure. Don't cry if the seat remains empty, the chair is cold, but the soul is alight. The journey now is toward the unknown, without baggage and without defenses. It's a flap of wings, a breath of snow, life slipping by, swift and brief. It's not an end, but a change of scenery, finally undoing the last chain. I greet you tonight, with a light heart, while the shadow walks my path. Maybe tomorrow I won't be here anymore, look for me in the wind that shapes the dunes from before I was here. Tomorrow, who knows... I'll be dust, light, or simplicity. I greet you thus, in the silence that remains. Good life to those who stay. Sweet journey to those who go.
