A-n early morning sun
I-s rising above the horizon;
Z-enith awaits the noontime,
A-s it expects the beacon.
A-n early morning sun
B-egins to share the light;
I-n eighth day December,
A-ll shadows drift into the
N-ight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. The flow and the style is simply amazing. Nice poem on the dawn in the winter.
Thanks, Anil..... I gladly appreciate your comment..... God bless.....