long shadows reach toward the east
fleeing the fire of the sunset
this is the time of day I now adore
the comfort of darkness falls
soon my world becomes a shadow
as it turns its back to the sun
and when the darkness blankets all
then I will sleep again
till I awake to an ember in the east
or to sparks arising from the pyre
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poignant write. Death is a terrible reality of man's life. It's bravery to embrace n accept this reality. A sad but beautiful poem. A 10.
Thank you so much Nosheen. I really do appreciate your comments.