At sunset, sinking gold
Goaded by great will
Death, painful as birth
Cold wind freezing
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This is beautiful Raveendran and capable of many interpretations I'm sure. For me your poem is a metaphor of the journey from one lifetime to another - with birth and death inevitable, like sunrise and sunset. The constant - love - is always there making the whole process meaningful. Wonderful images. Superb poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Eloquent language, Raveendran. I love to think of the sunset as, 'sinking gold'. Warmest regards, Sandra
a poem touching the soul to moon