early morn
the poet rises.
Words at night
that had no rap
reveal at dawn
surprises.
Melody returns.
Dimmed by days advance,
song returns to morning,
words begin to dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lyrical and a tad prophetic like a buffalo girl gone all poetic. Makes the day a little hectic dosey doe and hear ol heck tick around the out side where poetry is rap denied.