“The sun”
“The sun”
The sun that gives light to all the creations,
When the sun rises, all things will be fine.
The beams of lambent that specks our skin
That brings the message to initiate new origin
An hour goes by
, the sun will be high
The
more higher it
well becomes, the
more heater hotter it
can will be
Clamors of agony
, pain
, and despair
The culture of man justifies moaning.
Panorama in the sky as the sun goes down
Citizenry plays innocent,
which it didn’t understand
The beauty of life that reckons in the sun
Delight
in life before it is gone.
How awesome to write poetry in another language! Keep it up!
