You are the dawn,
the quiet of morning,
a time to center my thoughts.
You are a balm,
a soothing ointment,
a salve to my wounded soul.
You are a spring,
a reserve of strength,
a well to replenish my own.
You are peace,
the balance to my chaos,
and the place I choose to dwell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem