his poem reflects on life as it is seen at sunset—
not as an ending, but as a moment when past light, lingering warmth,
and the promise of a new dawn quietly coexist.
Knowing at sunset—
the gradations of a life.
Passion has not yet cooled;
the days bathed in sunlight now lie distant.
Life glows in the lingering afterlight.
Melting into sunset—
the strange encounters a life bestows.
Benevolence remains precious still;
with the sun at one’s back, shadows are cast.
Life resounds in the hues of evening.
Cherishing the beauty of sunset—
the last story of a life.
Embers have not yet burned out;
in the stillness that reaches culmination,
one is suffused by a new sun.