First light appears on East Coast
She rises in her world, my guidepost
Her youth is a shower of rain
Quenching my desire to spry that feigns
Her beauty, a spark burst into flames
Ignites passion that only age tames
Uplifting her spirit is to me
A delight of senses she bequeaths
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem