To know the infinite...
you have but to look
at the evening sky...
God paints a different one every night.
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Each evening, I stare out westward at sunset, to a different spectacle, a canvas far beyond the reach of any mortal. You are so right, my friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is interesting, I never really thought about that. It's a great comparison, very true.