Good morning in all it's glory, riding as it does with sun streaming down the dew and softly across a curtain plane to helpfully awaken you. Good coffee which maybe tastes of toffee on your tongue once the early birds have sung a tune to greet you with the coming noon. Be well, rise fast, for soon the dawn shall ring it's knell and already have passed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem