The sleepy Sun, so red and sublime,
                                whispers as slowly falls into sleep.
                                I feel, it goes down with every rhyme—
                                the day may vanish in a sweep…

                                It sinks so surely into the West.
                                Colours get darker, whisper’s away…
                                It brings the smell of stars with such zest
                                by making dusk no longer to stay.

                                While counting millions of stars that stun,
                                I listen how every part of me
                                raves the last whisper of the red Sun:
                                A new dawn will come, just wait and see…

                                Dragana Konstantinovic
                                Translated by the author
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