Before me
Lies the beheaded truth
I cannot save it
An echo of an image
Rests on my shoulder
Like sunset
At dawn
A somber song
Rings of a dying morn
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I would like to translate this poem
Hasan, such a great write...10+++
Thank you for the appreciation, I cordially invite you to go through other pieces of my poems and shed light on them.