Yes this breeze

Seems like

The sun is waving to me

While concealing behind the sea

To burn again

Next day.

Where the bushes of white roses

Are searching for a beam

To gleam all night.

And when the sky

Blushes, coloring itself

When senses the presence of that silver moon

That will conquer the darkness in it

And will scatter its ray

Till the sun wakes.

Yes this breeze

That wins over my all senses

And greets me to calm myself

With the sight of the night.

- Abha Satman