Twilight,
Another day coming to an end…
People walk slowly toward their homes,
The wind softens the lines on their worn faces
They close their eyes and let the wind,
Guide them…
Their souls,
Roam free,
Through the fields of their youth,
Unwanted tears run down their cheeks,
As they remember –
The lullaby,
The wind has sang for them,
So long ago…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem