boom in the
crystals
venture of tears
rapture in the kaleidoscopic beauty
of the sky, where
the luminous
creation of the Universe,
had kiss the ground of birth of wisdom
eyes of the mother's
womb
come Dear hope of all, your
everything that
waits no more than a winters of storm lure
behind the summer breeze,
holding every breast of the morning
mess
yes! early morning glows
you have
just touch the humid wise
breathe of a cleaver decision, a touch down of
a lasting dawn, leading the shadow
of reality of
today's taste of mine, take of what is me
and zeal all the destiny of tomorrow
and my heart will see you through
glow...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Boom is the crystal, come dear hope, yeas early morning glows and my heart will see through such glow like this beautiful poem to read and feel. Very nice.