DAWN
Passing through the silvery layers,
The dawn is approaching,
Dust, mist and fog,
Is decorating it,
The sleeping buds are awaking,
There is clarion call of cuckoo,
Everyone is coming out,
From dreamy world,
In the hope of a new dawn
Your poem blends the descriptive with the philosophical - very prettily. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
clarion call of cuckoo. the wish i could heaer it ram. dawn the trees filter sunlight and bird song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beauty in simplicity! very nice indeed!