Bleak the morning light
Colour absent from night
made way for the sun
That never came
Who will never be as bright
When children played
In previous dawn’s light
Forgive the sparrow
Who does not sing
For there is no glory
This Morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this flowed very well, well worded, such a warm poem, enjoyed reading it.