have not hidden my eyes
from any sunrise
i hide my eyes
every sunset instead
i can hear the light crumble
when the night falls
i can hear it fall into pieces
that is why i avert my eyes
i am trying to collect
the remains of the light
just like a child
collecting from the dust
shards of colored glass
fantasizing they are precious stones
O this is beautiful. Night and day sre complementary glow we have to learn to flip all the while bro. I liked your thoughts of e
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I would like to translate this poem
Part 2 your thoughts of cherishing the gone moments and collecting the shards like prescious gems. Something these memories becomes wealth. Good work.