the wounded sun limped to the west
his agony reflected in the golden red horizon.
evening descended from the azure skies
and sinking sun was no more seen.
gathering darkness announced the arrival of night
and with it tiptoed in softly loneliness and pain.
i felt the presence of your absence
like we feel missing of the rose in the garden
a silent realisation of something long gone
but whose absence is present forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem