A last song echoing into the sunset, falling among the
bright orange and yellow, spreading across the sky at
dusk.
Brilliantly shining into eyes of this poet as she writes,
watching the shadow of her pen move up and down from one
word to the next in time with rhythms being listened to.
Pinpointed in a darkened shadow, expressing the wonder of
it all in this poem about it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem