high-rises touch sunset skies
and are bathed in many hues
fast cars bright lights raucous noise
eclectic beauty
frowns and smiles people laughing
on the way to a new day
in the now vivid fashions
sophisticated
heart of the city red sun
not long past the golden hour
frantic above and below
anticipating
Sunset always creates wonders by painting the world with lovely hues. A fascinating poem that dazzles the the reader's eyes and mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have forgotten to enjoy these calm and sound moments. We are busy in ourselves so deep that when sun sets or rises is just mere time. You have made the sunset look so beautiful...in fact the sunset is waiting for our words and administration. Good one.