At Sunset,
At the end of the day's spheres,
That turn, with their unrelenting fears,
Everything seems less clear,
We are a bitter mystery,
Nothing to write home about,
Or cheer.
An inspiring and thought provoking poem with a profound meaning, crafted using simple words. Thanks Sandra for sharing. X
A profound meaning in a set of simple words. Thanks for sharing a thought provoking poem. X
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I would like to translate this poem
hmmm... i particularly like sunsets, sandra, for the light, the long shadows- see my poem just fifteenth street first drafted years ago when i lived in new york city where i was brought up... on the lorca quote, it'd be interesting to sit around a table with him and you to discuss it. i tend to think hope and love are two of the basic food groups necessary for wholesome living. -glen