the day is waking up
darkness slowly
is getting over.
sun behind the branch,
already visible.
now is not much dream
up to the morning
night is coming to an end.
time for awaking.
under the shower
you are reaching yourself
in a minute with the
sandwich in teeth,
you are running on the street,
and you are rushing by car
by the asphalt, and so,
you welcome the new day,
unknown people
in the familiar shop.
you are greeting with
hand entire, world and you are
waiting for a moment, when
then again, you will run
behind the door, in order
to return, to one's four walls
and blissful dreams, as usual,
at the same time, with greater
joy than in the morning.
Poem very well written. I like it the idea and the workmanship. At you a delicacy of the work, very well smashing above all else is an additional asset. I read with pleasure.(10v.) Greetings. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How cute your flow and how ovious the setting i found myself running being the images you've featured. nice.10++ May i request you to go thro' my LOVE STOLEN