Before the morning sun,
The voice still calls me hun,
In the morning dew still can run,
My feet cannot stun,
The love is mine,
Till I shine.
I have faced the tide,
I have lost pride,
I made some strides,
In challenges still can glide,
I can grow big and wide,
The love is mine,
Till I shine
We can't all climb a pine,
But one can drink some wine,
In parties, we opt to dine,
When holy we opt for the vine,
Let's learn to protect our spine,
The love is mine,
Till I shine
Til I shine, I will wine and dine, the love is mine
Before morning sun voice calls on with expressive love and you shine with sun rays. A marvelous work shared really. Nicely penned poem.10
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Beautiful start, Renson. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks