The aroma of morning flowers
Blooming under the mild sun
Gives to the mind and heart a
New hope and I don't feel alone
The sun's light streams down
Through the clouds and grazes
The lands and waters and play
Hide and seek in hills and ridges
The wind blows over ripening
Crops creating the golden waves
Sending love to all who have not
Yet gone to sleep in their graves
sorbed the smell of the soil in the beautifully crafted poem.... well done... with best wishes...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Last two lines create ripples. A beautiful poem. Extremely well penned.