I can see angels playing in your eyes
When sun breaks your sweet slumber
With his golden streaks of whisper.
Life pronounces promises of rejuvenation
As your hands ring the bells of my heart.
Sun keeps rejuvenating the earth day after day after day. How blessed we are!
Every time I read your poems I wish I was young again full of love Thanks-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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