As the first streak of a light
Sneaks into my room
As a fresh flower in my arms
You begin to bloom
Your face glow as a bud in
Warmth of my love
You fall upon me with open
Wings like a dove
As the ray gets thicker upon
Floor to shine white
Like a rose washed in soft dew
You glow dipped in sweat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
splendid life - supportive words., flower starts blooming as the first sneak of light.To view light, daybreak as one more opportunity to realise oneself.
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