The cool wind of the morning
Comes floating from the valley
Flowers dance with its touch
They spill fragrances and colors
In to the air and to give a fresh
Start to my day I don't need much
The sun is coming up slowly in
The east making the hills and
Valleys shine with a soothing light
Birds and butterflies come out
To play in joy and with renewed
Vigor I move on watching the sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful morning poetically analysed. Interesting
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