The rising of the sun
is a shadow on my dawn
to the glamour of your eyes.
The chatter of the early birds
are lurking jeorpady
of bad luck.
I grant sanction
to the lush joy
abound in your jolly smile.
A good morning kiss
unfeignedly from the heart
with sanctified emotions
makes my story endless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
grant sanction to the lush joy abound in your jolly smile. Beautiful lines and melodious verse.Keep it up! ! ! !