Silhouettes of tomorrow promising better days and times in
the coming moments of life, hidden mysteries and blessings
lying in wait.
Hoping to give out possibilities in the coming morning light
of the sun as it peeks above the horizon so silently, its
center of pleasure being awakened.
Rising from a deep sleep filled with pleasant dreams and
their affiliations with reality when wide awake and coping
with life somehow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem