The western sky glows orange
Like the forge in childhood days
Where he fashioned the iron bench
That she sits on as she prays
Alone there on the hillside
She watched the setting sun
A rare moment to reflect
Away from everyone
Savouring the sunset
Uplifted by the scene
She vows to focus on acceptance
Not on what might have been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem