there is a ribbon from the sunset
the wind shifts
and the trees turn away
this is the time of day I love
and fear
before despair and fade to black
angry palms throw their frailness
in a stream of air
a silver eye pierces a gray cloud
sunset is exactly like love
like gold melted
to copper is a reverse alchemy
there is a ribbon of blushing pink
then the violet
the velvet crushing agony of night
and yet the fool in me bows down
blinded in the glare
conjuring day and atomic kisses
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem