The Magic of the Sunset
In my thoughts I kept a light.
At sunset all the arrows have stopped
in circles of complete silence.
At sunset all the trees
in their souls are crying willows,
pinching the last path
with a tenderness of quiet tears.
I found my memories in time,
before the night becomes silver.
At sunset the whole universe
it is a moment, lost in love.
At sunset, the palms slowly
touch the end of the day.
The rays are infinitely soft ...
My soul is now warm.
Ventsislav Yanakiev
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