I wake from early morning rise
with no hesitation of happiness.
My smile is stitched across broadened cheeks.
Soft pillows. Crumpled quilts.
And sun seeps through broken curtain, cutting the room in strips of yellow.
Day break and new dawn
are my accomplishments.
And that is my sworded confession.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem