J-anuary ninth breaks,
E-arly Monday morning;
A-fter the lonely twilight,
N-ew dawn is in the offing.
M-isty Sunday is gone
A-s the sun starts to ascend;
R-ain falling from the sky
I-s beginning to
E-nd.
L-ight above the horizon
I-s preparing to rise;
T-ake time to fuel the fire
A-nd the flame in your eyes.
Beautiful and insightful with good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last stanza is exceptional writing: L-ight above the horizon I-s preparing to rise; T-ake time to fuel the fire A-nd the flame in your eyes.
Thanks a lot, dear Carl for the remarkable comment🙏🙏🙏