The sun is rising;
the hope gets renewed
wakes me breathing
through the air that passes my lungs
going through
my veins and my flesh that wakes me
waking up
with joy unending
that ends sadness
its rising wakes me;
despite the winds of change changing
the old passes away to give way
to the new
I breathe life
as if it lives in the light
I breathe life
in the light of a new day
breathing.
Abellon
04 April 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
with joy unending that ends sadness the rising of the sun wakes in me joy and i feel like living. joy of life. thank you very much for this poem.tony