Woke up lonelier than yesterdays before.
Waves hitting the shores. Morning bird
keeps, singing out of chord. Deeply
echoing. As raindrops, pour. But, Gods
canvas always paints new, ever more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Morning bird sings and we awaken to see first morning light. This fresh light motivates mind for gaining wisdom and grace of God. A great poem is beautifully penned...10
Thank You! ! ! Kumarmani, For Such A Beautifully Kind And Thoughtful Reply! ! ! ! ! Your Poetry Brings Such Beauty And Light! ! ! ! ! That Fills Readers Hearts With Delight! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! ! :)