I wake up to feel the day
The warmth of the sun on my face
And colored plumes caressing my
Body like bubbles of soap reminding
Me I am alive and very much with you
I have slept well at night
Saw no dream and did not feel
Thirty to wake up and open the fridge
Still I don't believe I miss you
As I iron my shirts I notice
The rose paint at the edge of
Its collar fresh like bloomed a minute
Ago reminding me that there is
A life beyond this life- of course with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice write. Very creative. It has good rhythm and flow. Enjoyed.
Thanks for positive comment Sir. Regards.