dawn meeting of minds
sharing facts in orange mist
espionage days
for the good of all
like roses in the green hall
make the hours brighter
joy and liberty
underneath the singing birds
misty dreams of morn
I put spotlight on two precious words of your poem...joy and liberty. A sweet poem.
They are very precious, never to be taken for granted. Thank you so much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The calm serenity of dawn captured in a lovely haiku. Loved it, Evelyn.5*
I'm so delighted by your warm remarks.