Light dims,
Sound lowers.
Shades disappears.
The sun is setting.
Living beings are heading home,
The homeless are picking spots and setting fires.
Is the world coming to rest?
No, The clock is still ticking,
And the planet is still spinning.
Night shift is taking over.
Day shall break,
The mighty sun will emerge,
Day shift will take over again.
There is no pause, it's a relay.
Life is a perennial river.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem