at the day's ending
lone nightingale is singing
as painted skies gleam
the day ends in bliss
so long ago the morning
deep blue farewell song
the blooms are dancing
along the border of night
in purple passion
melodious eve
with horizon touched in gold
in sweet memory
beautiful and fantastically depicted the feelings of sundown time in the poetic words
Your words make real even the morning and night that's befalling. Your eminent linguistic presentation draws me to the art of glorious representation. Beautiful Evelyn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the blooms are dancing/ along the border of night/ in purple passion... Magnificent!