The morning wakes with a sunny smile,
with the giggly song of birds and wind
it brings with it; with the smell of oceans
and the taste of bread, with a mist of coffee,
and with kisses sweet as honey and mint.
we should, we should, but sometimes it's otherwise. loved this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem! A cool one ~