I wake up at the dawn
To watch the dying star
That sheds its last glow
Over the horizon at far
With soft wind blowing
It shivers a little before
It says good bye to the
Earth to be seen no more
For the day when the sun
Appears to play its game
With its heat and glare it
Crawls as a ball of flame
New buds open up with
New colors and essence
Birds and trees swing in
Mirth in a fresh fragrance
Like that vanished star
A time will surely come
When my soul sheds its
Gleam and returns home
A won't wake up to see
The slow breaking of dawn
I will be sleeping inside my
Grave with all wishes gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear poet, your poetry is clean, clear and beautiful! I admire your simple and pragmatic expression! Pl never mind where you stand.. Just write, read and enjoy a gifted poetic life dear poet!
That is a great inspiration for me. Will go on writing for sure. Thanks for encouragement and regards.