martes, 12 de diciembre de 2023

#24. CREEP IN

Chris  Candidovsky

 

The light of the sunset grows cloudy,

And the voices of the past echo.

Memories parade in the twilight,

Like shadows among the fallen leaves.

Sweet melancholy assails,

Like a tide of bitterness that creeps in.

Sorrow, a sad song that is silenced,

At the end of the long journey of the one who never traveled.


(*) Assail: Asaltar, acometer

(*) Sorrow: Dolor, pesar

(*) Creep in: Entrar en puntillas 


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