the closing window of the night, fusion the
bright of the light. wonder it may be, astonish
your fantasy and glow your ways
you can catch more flies with honey than,
with the sour of the vinegar, while everyone
expect each cocoon to hatch, time hold the
crucial sting of the wizard of the sky
tell me, the bane and bone of life, nowhere i
found the moth calls and listen the enduring
compassion of a mother, that slave the
lips that whisper a molded goodbye
all that, what made things heavy like to be easy
and the dreaming dream of the gentle firefly
makes the whole sky bright, until everything
says a good day for all to greet, happy day!
a little while and a little day is blooming, as the
flowering clouds gallops, the callous of hope for
another day waits to catch much more
keep it up.....
really fantastic and going all through..........every time when I read the last para I feel again I have to go to the first one........well kept.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hope................................