Like every other sun rise, another day
Will it be Aurora arising from the waters?
Or will shine upon the mountains,
Emmett find his way?
Does the sun withold the announcement of its rays?
Withold the announcement I can no further
That on that day perhaps in November lay
Does this child become a father?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive write, Paul V. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.