Sunsets settling in the west, taking with them
moments of each day, tucking them safely away
in depths of life on a daily basis.
A pure and unadulterated way of living an in-
herent innocence that never quite fades even
after the sun has gone to bed on the other side
of this world.
Stepping stones to heaven being taken in shadows
and darkness of a finite life on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem