Morning light (2)

30,March,2021 by

What a light, touches my eyes
Summons me in the new sunlight.

Swinging in the breeze,
Whatever comes in the mind, let it remain drifted.

Floats a cloudless cloud,
Let the thinking of my mind to be played there.

Play the bamboo flute,
By opening the barricade, let it fly with all the tears and laugh.

Let the hope rises in the heart,
By opening the window, let all loves, fly.