A tinge of red
Slopped down like a drop
From the forehead
Of slanted afternoon sky,
For diving
Into the chest of ultramarine
Where all of the
Hidden treasures lie.
Lovely poem. Thus evening comes to life. But love has no sunset.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intoxicating, fantstic imagery and rolls so beautifully off the tongue when read out loud...Love this.....