i know what a sunset means
you always equate it with surrender
and defeat
i have a different version though
it is the flaming
the burning of the last cloud
the spreading of my blood to the sea
the blackening of my horizon
an end that deserves
a commendation
for its bravery
still glorious till the last
orange light, the last fight for light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem