Twilight dims and sets between!
Chosen often as the scene,
After sunset lays to rest
And midnight lingers to lighten
Before digested by sunrise...
And brightens!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
those who hoot with the Owls at night... often find it impossible to fly high with the Eagles in the morning. what you wrote, reminds to be prepared when the sun rises.