The Sunrise
The first rays of twilight touched my cheeks,
from the window at the end,
the rays reached me traveling a long journey,
the coldness of morning was leaving,
but the music of birds has begun,
the leaves were shedding dewdrops.
Moving to the window opened,
feeling the twilight,
I felt the yard to be...
from the window at the end,
the rays reached me traveling a long journey,
the coldness of morning was leaving,
but the music of birds has begun,
the leaves were shedding dewdrops.
Moving to the window opened,
feeling the twilight,
I felt the yard to be...