on that hour when darkness and
light fought
i take complete time to watch
them
the usual afternoon when darkness
wins when light surrenders to the edge
of the sea
in dismal silence
it is a very sad view, one can relate and
weep
on the other hand, when light finally gives up
its orange body to the
invasion of the night
when it assumes that fading ball of fire
descending to the abyss of the darkness
behold! there is so much beauty
in its sadness!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem