The first day
This is the first dawn,
This is the first breeze,
This is the first aroma,
Through the trees, through the water, through the light,
Through some sound coming from the birds,
Through the street,
Which will take you to the most pleasant morning of your life.
This is what you tried,
To create by thoughts,
Intended to look by eyes.
This was somewhere in between of character of yours
Today,
Like it was always, is the first day of rest of your life.
Today you are not just exposed
To this pleasant morning,
You are exposing to the power to feel
This extreme pleasure in you.
Somehow, someday you will make realize all this to someone
Someone lovable to you
Eventually by your face,
By your eyes,
Or
By yours words…
