Gathering gloom you will see
The sun sinks to the horizon
Birds settle in the trees tops
Headlights of the cars turn on
Inviting home lights shine
Calling us to where we belong
Tired steps to greetings made
Daily struggle ends to rest earnt.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It ended with a sigh from myself, Paul. I enjoyed it very much.