on the horizon the sun
is slowly sinking in dark water
the sky is blood-red
with additive
pink and of grenade
a grey day is going out
in the colour of the inflamed crimson
the silver night will be very
quietly, ruled all the way
to the dawn
I am giving up
Morpheus long is waiting for me
the sky is darkening
I have already opened
shoulders for him
I am closing my eyes
even for me an eyelid won't tremble
the heart is mad
tired I am sleeping by him
which is handing out dreams...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful romantic poem written lightly and efficiently. It contains magic poetic pictures in it. It is bringing imagination up and it is enrapturing.