an enshrouded dawn
all lost in thick orange mist
in a one hued world
redbirds are waiting
with their celebration song
a tune that's agelong
tangy dewy blooms
of a vivid magic morn
wait for butterflies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have beautifully mixed up the beauty of the rising sun and the orange dawn peeping out the misty curtain amid the familiar red bird song while the flowers urge to bloom
Your kind comments are so much appreciated.