Perseverance ere the coming dawns...
do not mourn...
same things happen here
morn after morn...
all women need is
to be adorned
and
of that be
forewarned
They smile only
and
make funny faces
Come along now
its okay by me
hello sweety...
you have become mine
this darling's Dawn
Watching beauty, adoring it and loving it is call of nature but if the beauty is in the form of a woman it has something that cannot be described in words. A beautiful poem.
I was just reviewing how many poems have been unread... but here i see u had Sir read my regrets I did not know..Hence a delayed show..My thanks you know I owe..my early girl friends in school was DAWN she did me adorn but to marry her I wasn't born She was very beautiful and rich O what a Dawn I miss her still morn after morn
Pure poetry...I'm really looking forward to returning to your page...often.
what an honour twill be when you read and comment on my petry daily Mj Lemonn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perseverance and dawn. i was just thinking what a nice way of expressing. Dawn is never tired of being Dawn......... Dawn arises every morning and is never tired...... wonderful perseverance. thank u dear Poet.. tony
thank s to u also tony of Germany MY FIRST SCHOOL GF WAS A GERMAN GIRL SHATZI DO YOU CALL A LOVER IN GERMAN? ? ?