Twilight

Gets the clouds hemmed with purple, once, and once again
It's a daily performance, free, and complete.
The actor sun never gets tired,
But us, we act the last scene, unfair, and out of use,
Then retire toward a foggy horizon...
Feeling rather alone, and forever, and maybe too slow.

poem by Adriana Maria Niţă from Algoritm literar (2013), translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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