a long evening
rearing
picking up the last golden haze in the western sky
with its open mouth
rakes of clouds were dropping into the cloak of darkness
like snowsweets
oh now and then
so sweet were the little moments
the time
was pushing in its wheels
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Seaman N. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks