Sun creeps to horizon,
Silent and slow-paced,
With a crimson face and
Pale light in eyes.
Travel to a citadel of hope
For open out an empire of thought
And womb of desire fecundate here again
To elicit us from sullen pall of darkness.
To rise up with a crystal face again.
But once we all sink to
Under that horizontal point
At crepuscular momment of life.
A definitely 10+++ well deserved! This excellent write with its rich imagery and fine structure clearly shows me and the whole World, your poetic talent! Keep inspiring the World with more of your well penned and impressive writes! God Bless You for always! Romeo from NYC...
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I would like to translate this poem
You deserve 10 roses! Yup for depicting such a message in an artistic manner. Do own imagery or what? Is it you Kingdom? Poet take this for jotting down this poem....... A way thunderous applause!