Dawn's music,
secrets,
and the damp air
of early morning,
are things progressively
more melancholy.
Until like the music,
like the heavy air,
like the secrets
and warm feelings,
we are part of the air,
part of the music,
making secrets
in the closeness
of sunrise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, Love unites and opens all of Nature's beauty, all of Life's beauty in the palpitating, sharing hearts of two. Wonderful poem With the sweet nectar of the new morning breeze.
I'm glad you liked it. I never know about these poems that I wrote so long ago. Thank you for the comment.