Blue Days
Blue days race
to starry nights.
Candles plunge
to panting dreams.
Power is brief.
The mounting sun
with youthful strength
lusts for noon’s brightest heights,
but ennui runs deep and gently receives
the sun’s fading fire,
night’s growing pyre.
beautiful poem, especially the last three lines, where beauty overflows like a cascade. will read more of your poems.
Friend, what a lovely imagination of Sun you have penned! Great
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem poet!