Now I know why
you are my sunset. It’s not
because of the warm
and fuzzy feeling
that your fiery orange-
yellow streaks
bring.
Not the grace of
your melody, as you
dance hand in
hand with the
clouds, my clouds.
It’s not even the
reflection
of your being
that merges with
the sea. It’s neither
the power of your
eye-like core that
can penetrate the hidden
me.
Nor the touch of
your hands that
caresses my skin, like
the fine breeze that this
dawn tenders.
I know now why
you are
my sunset.
It’s because, no
matter how long I
try to keep you,
at the end of the day,
you will
settle on the
other side of the
world, while
I’m watching…
at the opposite
end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful start. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks