I love the morning sun...
That shade before the sun comes up
When you suck your gums before you've brushed.
I love it, when your mood, is still slightly, moody...
When the sun is still hidden in a cloud.
When the thunder comes raining down
That's when I'm waiting for the rainbows climb
And your love to strike me down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem