Dusk. blurring, nightfall
Carroty, ginger, blue shade
A wonder of heavenly bouquet
I express gratitude all
During the current day
While blasting sun slips away
Together with light, biting the dust
Resembling somber snapshots
Of normal grandeur
Under dead of night cover
Moon blurs, early bright, thereafter
At that point, beginning in a new way
We face peep of day
As we bid farewell to yesterday old
Hanging on to the thought echos
© daniel miltz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
moment one after another one by one passing away gone the yesterday for greeting tomorrow............///