The Sunset Poem by Ema Malischek
The Sunset
I got my head
laid on your small breasts
and was talking
about death.
You were so tender,
you were combing my hair
with your fingers,
which became
a hot sunset.
And in the morning,
when the one came,
who we both are in love with,
we´ve seen each other
dying.
who we both are in love with, we´ve seen each other dying. A beautiful love poem declaring death as the efficacy of love.Well expressed Well done Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
As far as I understood this poem the poet means death of ego. Ego of the two lovers was attacked by love and getting rid of ego the two lovers came close and close and merged in a single soul. A lovely poem............10
it is so important to be able to talk about death. Thank you and you have me wondering now about The Sunset.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A wonderful poem, Ema. Thanks