The sky stood proud and majestic,
Clad in a bluish black mystique.
Dazzling stars were the only ornaments which she wore.
The sky noticed that I was staring;
So she turned away blushing.
The blush that she made changed her costume,
From bluish black to reddish orange fumes.
Seeing this, the roosters crowed at a distance.
Seconds to minutes the stars began to fade,
All because of that one blush she made.
It was time for the sun to come out.
From the horizon, the rays of the sun peeped out,
Marking the beginning of the DAWN.
In my garden I lie,
Writing this poem as words come by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well thank you Lina! :)