Quietly astounding, reflections being captured in various
windows in multi-directions.
Lightened orange-yellow with a hint of gray, lying silently
around and above the setting sun as it tiredly smiles on
earth.
Ready to retire for the night and rest it's weary head on
the other side of for a while.
Picturesque landscapes shining slowly downward, beyond the
horizon, out of sight, only being seen here in this
particular poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem