early morning
along the white sands of the shore
there are no people here
most of them are still asleep
the sea is calm as silk
clear as glass
the sun is rising gently
in the gray horizon
it is beauty that speaks
my words are shying away
Wonderful! When beauty speaks, your words lose the responsibility of speaking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very simple but excuisitely 'silent' to appreciate nature's beauty. It will be an honour if you can find time to read some of my poems and give your valuable comments.