I rose with chilled air of dawn.
Holding the baby sun on my palm
I ponder at his mystery of liquefaction,
That spreads the hidden gold of Eldorado
Over my shivering shoulders.
I wish if I were a flamingo
Waiting on one leg
For the perfect moment of sunrise,
To dissolve all of my tints of pink
With his melted gold
On the blue lagoon of Galapagos.
For the perfect moment; with the muse of love and life. Nice work.
Awesome Imagery of morning sun, So pure and fresh to start another challenging day...........Well wriiten poem, I liked it....10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But it will only last for a moment! you are very observant Thanks-10