Golden Sunrise Poem by bonifacio alba

Golden Sunrise



The dawn is breaking
And the cold breeze felt
As it touch my skin.
The dew drops caress
The leaves and gently glides
And the flowers swing
As the air makes it glide.
While on the eastern isle
Of the horizon glitters
-The golden rays of sunrise.
Sign of a new day to come.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success