Nocturne 3 - Poem by Anton K
Evening is ending its sorrowful song;
The light retreats, as if in the wrong
And the sick orange sunset sinks into night.
The darkness as warm as a feverish brow
Is bringing remembrances back to me now,
And taking my sadness along.
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