There is a silent tragedy
In the setting of the sun
When the golden orb
Declares its day as done
When the birds fall silent
In their merry twittering
I turn my eyes to it
And it sinks and disappears
Behind the silver water
Which mirrors orange fire
I watch its silent fall
Hiding all vain desires
As it drowns into the blue
With a noiseless agony
Golden rays ischew
At this silent tragedy.
i never viewed it as a tragedy before, the setting of the sun, but mabey because i love the night more... the melancholic tone to your work appeals to me... the beauty that stems from pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poetry and so well written Josephine...thank you for sharing with us