The Beauty Of The Morning Dawn

In a daylight brightness
before there is sweat that is tertitis
faint far on the edge of greenery
birds gull tetawa as much
dew drip on the top of the crown

the wind whispered in the sound of the night
dawn wriggle softly
the moon turns dumb
allowing a face covered with clouds
the seafront had long watered the water

this night the virgin sells longs at sea
love of seafaring children
often crashing on the beach
let the broken split legs
will still tread sand rocks
will still be looking for the breath that hit from the waves

sleeping in the sky
let the sand lena floor
in living without one gebar enveloping
embraced longing he remains faithful ..