I feel world
Around
So beautiful
And purposeful
How many human lives?
Move and believe
With single faith
Till death
That is simple beauty
Drawn on human being already
It gives them little respite
Why at all we feel jealous and fight?
Even though I am not bestowed
But still allowed
With freedom
And wisdom
I draw strength
From fresh breathe
In early morning
When dews start waning
I find nature's presence
With love's essence
The birds are still in nest
Never know what shall be waiting for test?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Re: Dews start (Score: 1) by zbird on Saturday, February 07,2015 (14: 37: 53) I love the last two lines... sums it all up nicely