I love the smell of mornings.
I love the touch of dews that
Lingers under my skin.
It's kind of liberating,
Relaxing
And soothing.
There is something about morning dews
That make my soul wonder
And ponder on life's existence,
Of love,
Of pain,
Of fear of the unknown
And of things that really matters.
I am still in awe of how this
Little thing managed
To keep my soul
At peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem