Loving in early morning before the light of day has
arrived.
Feeling the sensitive touch of a beautiful emotion
as it tickles within.
Watching so deliciously as it blooms and blossoms
in this morning as a flower called the morning glory.
Dusting off the dust and sleep of the night and
becoming the sunrise that is approaching soon.
Touching every fiber and particle that has become a
part of my being and is now flowing energetically
within me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem