As the golden spark gained command streaking across the darkness,
The light filtered through the windowpanes seeking its purity...
As her visuals slowly came alive,
The light rays rushed to brush her eyes,
The chirping birds were hypnotized by the mellow tune of her yawn,
The golden star was once again allured by her spellbinding beauty! !
HOW LUCKY AM I! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely expression about the beauty of a true soul.
thx so much for yr sweet comment rajnish