I ASK THE MORNING LIGHT
I ask the morning light,
To give me a poem-
The morning light is quiet-
The fresh cool air
Freezes my hand
As I write.
The light is so bright
So yellow so blue so green.
The poem has been given-
I am alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
morning light smiles and says you're right! nice poem