the lips of sunset 
caress teal outcrop 
damp with anticipation 
	
ever speeding up 
and illuminating every last aspect 
however reluctantly 
as it 
has to relinquish 
its grip on reality 
and find 
blessed relief 
after the day's toil 
to rest 	
a final burst of colour 
in horizontal rainbow 
celestial cymbals herald 
the climax of the 
'verismo' 
the sun reflects on how it has squandered dawn                
 
                    This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    