"My lady is a beauty
that gives light
to the lovely sunrise
as the bright crimson
colors majestically
streaks across the skies
it tenderly shimmers
to the high trees
and gentle winds…
it gives soft touches
to the surrounding
gardens of dusk
and will continue
to gives its beauty
like a myriad of kisses
that arises from
midnight dreams…
into the spirit realms
of the morning sweet
up until the coming dawn."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem