Another sunrise scorches the morning sky
Burning luminous yellow and Technicolor.
Psychedelic pink ripples the horizon
As a single bird darts from tree to tree.
A kaleidoscope of emotions and feeling
Am I dreaming, this dream I am dreaming?
Time to contemplate, and time to question why
Who is the ageing artist, who paints the morning sky?
By (JPM) 20/12/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem