Morning With Glow Of Rubin Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

Dawn brazenly hanging over nature sleepy,
of the golden hue of Pelagonija,
fortune teller was the sun sweet,
prophesied delight and heavenly authority.
Like a bat during the day,
and sucked the morning dew on the field fresh.
With June kisses warm,
caressed the spring flowers,
andshepherd on the Pelister slopes is steep,
lazily grazed his flock of sheep.
Lamb sprint on hills was slowly being prepared,
and asymmetrical horse trot in meadows.
And child meekly,
played with his grandmother's spindle,
and naively flew big dragon,
near clear springs
of Kapenci waterfall.
Giant lights unreasonable,
from morning fairy tale,
carried by wind naively,
mystically spread scent of white daffodils,
and cones of Molika.
Nightingale admired her,
sighing at her balm,
rosy and morning.
Wet roses and white lilies,
echoed in the poetic noise,
of dew crystal and silver.
Dragor with his filigree knits,
reflected a gentle silence,
and slowly but surely signaled his departure
at dawn with a ruby glow.