early morning
when dusk is about to leave
a dew glistening
at the tip of a rose petal
sunlight comes
gently dissolving some pearls
into thin air leaving
this warmth inside my heart
light pulsates like
blood so alive rushing in my head
my cheeks redden
a little bird starts to sing on a branch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem