Her breath felt like the sun rays from the dense,
Gathered the roses and left them on the porch of the abode,
Where they can arise as new before gloom.

Even though the light can tell,
and the light pines the wind disentangles itself,
As the light is bright as spell,
And the night came and wait on them,
Only the light can understand the day.

What if someone guess of their doings?
What if the stars are all exulting as to be queen and king?
what if the day rotate and take off as the night falls?
Perhaps the sun caressed their faces,
And breathe move together, riot the emotions and body's of souls.,
O light! that faces the subway,
Would not like to know what influence the pathway,
Only the light can understand the day.

Our love diary's refers to it, -in cryptic little notes,
It's quite a brief topic on the transatlantic boats.,
I've found the subject mentioned in account of love,
And even seen it glim as the wind wolve.,
O light! that faces the subway dispart through the lips,
Bright as it shine the vac-way,
Separate as packet to form ray,
Only the light can understand the day.

It knows, not what others said,
But what the light said, -to hear the bells of love, -and to feel the winds that wolve, -just as the lips binds on each,
And the roses gathered as the winds blow towards the pitch.,
Only the light can understand the day.

How history refers to it as the common thought of love,
Though the minds are at their best this day,
But I seem to know that the secret lies on them,
And the bright delight to know as much,
So why does it matter to know and understand on such?
Even though their willingness seems factual as the act to bind lips,
Only the light can understand the day.,
For the beautiful of love, only captured by the sun-god that grip.


#Short poem that discover the day#



© AbdulKarim Keh-turay