Morning Tiptoes Down The Hills Poem by Yasmin Khan
Morning Tiptoes Down The Hills
When the moon stealthily slips away;
Golden morn tiptoes down the hills,
Finding her path to my door,
Wandering clouds glow and sway,
Nature orchestrates the symphonies
Of light and sound, hope rises
With the sun and sings
To accompany the chirpy birds;
Blossoms smile in profuse scents
Longings like bees hum and vent,
The cooing dove, the hum of air
The whispering rays, the rustle of leaves
The singing rain, the dance of bees
The swaying boughs, the sighs of fragrance
All make my golden morn
That delights me the all day long!
So delightful morning..Beautiful write..Enjoyed reading it.
Such morning scenes are so delightful Jasmeen! 'Longings like bees hum and vent'..... a beautiful image! You have captured the beauty of the morn that tiptoes down the hills! Enjoyed!
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 2:14:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wonderful really your golden morn, my dear poet, thanks,