Twilight evenings of time have ended.
Christmas season and all of it's glitter and giving.
Lights out, decorations coming down, a listless
feeling of sadness ruminates around my mind's heart.
Wishes abounding, hoping to grasp a few moments to
entertain happiness and create memories.
Alas, there is an ending and it has penetrated
imagined reason with it's solitary ending of fate's
moment.
All images and visions of this holiday season have
been put to rest in trunks of storage until next
year.
A tiny thrill of a joyous hope hangs on the fringe
awaiting it's arrival in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So nicely it is expressed here. Yes, it's very true that any ending brings a sadness even if it is a happy ending. ...... loved it.