Sitting on a balcony
over looking the city
gray lifeless, out to sea
the first rays of light.
Cut across the water
lighting the out lines
of the building pink
turning red to gold
light
as a day begins.
What a lovely word painting, Roy! I liked this poem very much. Kindest regards, Sandra
I like your descriptions - they really catch the feeling, a little like 'The fog comes in on little cat feet..', but I forgot who wrote it..
very nice imagination. the description is done so beautifully and it truly deserves to be THE POEM OF THE DAY congratulations - Roy Storey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey! My dear it's dawn and another day with the old Sun?