This world but adores the one,
not among us, away from out of sight,
against time's mirrored angels;
and there in my verse alone
thy golden thread of thought,
grows e'eryday to eternal bliss:
before my eyes his love of Beaulah's night,
the sunset by the evening sky,
hath stretched this tale too long,
to the ending doom of poetry.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Previous title: Sunset has been revised to To A man-in-the-moon To A Flower Moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem