The out-pour of dew upon the grass and tarmac that mark the rise of time. The hemisphere designing and aligning the sunrise that will cut across the skies. Shining and lining the sun-rays with that draw the eyes into a compose of feel and thought that transverse through the mind. Seeking and reaching for reason where a stir and ponder settle and resettle the nurture of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem