The lonely shadow let go of its hand
to let life feel the caress of the morn;
as the clock's arms ticked in rhythm's command.
The daybreak's light hugged the scent not forlorn
and the zephyr's fragrance when it was born;
The romance so soft and sweet to the ear
was felt by the earth in gladness and cheer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem