The hour may be late,
But the heat of te day,
Remains with me,
And the life of the day,
Clings to me,
Never letting go,
Letting love absorb it,
Trying to stay at that state,
But the hour is late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this, it is evocative, and I hope you might consider extending it?