the dying sunset fire has dimmed
but darkness is a song
the shadowed night is harmony
when light of day has gone
the moon's pretense is melody
that whispers of the way
and guides me like a siren's call
that death will soon betray
but still that silver glow recalls
a time of passion's light
though now a faded memory
that vanished into night
still I will roam the shadowed path
and listen to the moon
where blindness lost and desolate
finds comfort in its tune
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thank you again. I appreciate your reading and your praise.