Shadows of evening tilling the still sunlit ground
outside.
Watching as they slowly crawl across the courtyard
and cacti in front of me.
Simple and sly, taking the beauty of daylight and
substituting it for that of the darkness of night.
Looking, watching as it happens right before my
very eyes.
It's mystery and eeriness is totally fascinating
to intellect as I continue to write while seeing
it happen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem