The night is gone and the East
Is washed with the golden light
Thin clouds walk slowly across
The sky at fringes shining bright
A lone star at the horizon about
To leave the world looking free
As if after a night long journey it
Is waiting to have a glance of me
Wait O night star, I have woken up
And I am free and lonely like you
I too like to travel to the other side
Of the big world to see places new
A beautiful poem.. elegantly crafted. Top score and to my favourites
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature is always a good friend...watching it at sun rise is the best bliss...kudos