Just before the twilight
the late afternoon rays
of slanted golden light
ignites like fire an aching sadness
at such a beautiful sight
tears blind my eyes
my soul tries to understand
this ageless timeless
quality of light
A nice write.... I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too.... Keep it up...10 ++ Naila
tears blind my eyes my soul tries to understand this ageless timeless quality of light.........toyching expression. Beautiful poem shared. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting piece nicely put together with conviction. A beautiful creation....