LAPPING UP POEMY
Today is about to come
I see rays of the morning dawn
Cool chilly breeze is blowing
as cats are meowing
lapping up their milk
before the twilight
I can see coming above the distant hill
I too am now thinking
to lap up composing poemy
but the blood which flows within
says hold on
let the Inferno rise above to the zenith
then you may think
perhaps may change your mind
when comes the sunset twilight
no one like anyone else can be born
why lap up this morn
Twilight will come on the apex point of the pen poetic pen will articulate the words on bared note words into words will give birth the rhythm of heart the mane of manly gender will decorates the garden of life beauty will sleep before the sun kissing the earth........
Yes no one else can be born like the other. A very thoughtful poetry. Admirations and appreciation. Zenith is for sure there when inferno yields the most.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
COMMENTS ARE COMING AS EMAILS OE CAN' MAKE OUT THE NAME OF COMMENTATOR AND PH IS UNMINDFUL STILL WHAT TO DO AND GUESS