Morning opens with
Colored flowers, sound
Of humming bees
Chirping birds, cotton
Clouds and a sun washed
With cool breeze
Echoing in the mind
The sweet murmurings
Of a distant stream
At its edge sitting
With you I go on weaving
Many a dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful love poem. Love it. Thanks for sharing...10.
Your comment is very inspiring. Thanks very much.