at last I know my work is almost done
and still there is another hill to climb
but I will not defeat the setting sun
before I hear a distant church bell chime
the earth and heaven mark the close of day
the dimming light reveals my way to home
for I must now endure and find my way
forsaking all the hills I wish to roam
it matters not to rage against the night
as darkness falls upon this primal path
for every candle must consume its light
the fire is not rekindled by my wrath
and breath and passion always drift away
when hills and valleys fade to yesterday
and breath and passion always drift away when hills and valleys fade to yesterday //great verses.//trivial elements painted brilliant scenenary of emotions and feelings.
Just while reading it I felt its rythm in my native language and decided to translate it immediatelly as i did.
Thanks dimitrios. I would say simple elements because simplicity is never trivial.
A poignant piece of writing. At the end of the day, resignation to fate is the only way. An insightful depiction of aging n changes in life. It's so hard to reconcile to changes. I can feel that. A10
Thanks Nosheen. I think the secret it to let yourself feel but not be consumed by those feelings. Yes, that is acceptance.
Thoughtful write. The last four beautiful lines. It depends on our thoughts to live with passion. Aging is a process which cannot be avoided. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading and commenting Geetha.