we burried the sun
with silent sighs,
its burning mouth
grazing the mountain rim.
last rays of life
fell heavilly on our shoulders.
we took some silence
in our pockets.
to fill the room
back home
after the burial.
Samuil’s Fortress, Ohrid
August, Macedonia
Vezilka 
This is a beautiful write. The imagery at the begin is so physical, I thought I could actually feel it. The somewhat abrupt end is a nice touch, too.
Thank you 🙂 Soon I’ll publish the photo of this actual sunset and you’ll see the magic.
Excellent imagery…no photo necessary, you’re words paint the picture.
Thank you Charles for all the boosting comments. Coming from a poet like you, it means a world to me 🙂