It's very unbearable the sorrow,
When you think of the day,
That you have to leave the Inn.
On the way when I meet my old friends,
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The western light pervades the atmosphere of these lines that are almost too eloquent to bear. Very touching, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
Interesting poem. Sunset yet the promise of a new day to come, Enjoyable read! . Sorrow as sunset, joy comes in the morning!