It began with the splendour of the wind
And a gentle light
Sighing relief
Another day has come with moisture upon my crown
And whistling in my ears
A familiar tune to alarm my new day
A light rain
A dew touches softly on my face
Where is the light
Looking to the western sky
Rising just above the peaks
Glowing through the mountain trees
Asking kindly
Let me awaken thee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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