THE MORNING HAS A DIFFERENT LIGHT
The morning has a different light
Dreams come in it
Hopes are in it
Open roads
Distances
The light of the morning smiles
At us as if we were still young
Young again
As if we could begin again in old age
Oh the morning light
And this long life
The morning light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's when I write my poems SF