Sunlight coming down from big glass windows,
and it is afternoon. The days work goes by, until
the traffic on the outside road increases,
and the dark shadow slowly yet suddenly
slides down the pillar to the ceiling.
It's time for sunset.
My body painfully responds to it.
Without a verbal assurance,
it's again evening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful.....A beautiful poem.....narrated beautifully.....thank you for sharing :)