As the sunlight seeks me,
I see the early clouds
Kneeling on the mountainsides
Etching their hopes
Into the unmoving slopes
Vestiges of the nights,
Waiting but not expecting,
Forever they are
But a morning away.
I read this six years ago and it's more beautiful today...wow
Morning is wonderful waking up to a good scenery. It somehow inspires you. It makes you look up to another beautiful day and another, and another, because you know that it will still be there... :) i like this poem. I hope that my interpretation was correct.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
moisten leaves bend to let rising sun clouds raise so i can see your face waiting for beautiful morning thanks.md. so beautiful