A Tired Day, by K. M. W. Klara When a tired day bowed down to the night /
The waves fell still, the birds wouldn’t fly, /
The sun set down over the hills (what a sight!) /
And...
The Night, by Alec Vagapov The tired day droops, slowly waning, /
The noisy waves are now tranquil. /
The sun has set, the moon is sailing /
Above the world, absorbed and ...