The sun sets, a fiery ball
Beneath the horizon's call
The world grows still, a hushed refrain
As shadows lengthen, one by one
The day's work done, the heart's ache
The weight of life, a heavy stake
The soul, a canvas, painted bright
But now, the colors fade to night
Tears at the end of the day,
A symphony of sorrow to play
The heart, a melody, played in vain
As memories, a haunting refrain
The day's end, a gentle goodbye
As darkness falls, the soul, it sighs
The heart, a fragile, tender thing
A symphony of tears, it brings
Tears at the end of the day,
A lullaby, to end the fray
The heart, a canvas, painted bright
But now, the colors fade to night.
At the end of it all life fades like the colour. Beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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