Like essence of raspberry on crushed ice
The sun bled itself into the clouds and
Faded away
An exquisite impression of sunset. The finality of all passing things. The sun will go down many times, but never quite that way again. I like this one very much. As always, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just like an exotic Rembrant painting! -Raj Nandy