The world is ours
The Amber sun rises,
from the pool of darkness,
spreading light and warmth like a wildfire,
Somewhere a little bird starts it magical song,
filling the world with sound,
soon all the world with awaken,
and ruin this peaceful melody,
but for now and the little time we have left
the world is ours
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think it's very lovely Rachel. Well said.