A POEM AT THE END OF THE DAY
A poem at the end of the day
Cannot have the hope
Of a morning poem.
A poem at the end of the day
Has to have weariness in it
And sadness
And fear.
The night is coming
But no one knows what the night will be.
A poem at the end of the day
Does not know if it will ever see the morning.
It has fear in it
And I would not write it,
Were it not
The end of the day now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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