THIS DAY.

The Dawn breaks -,
The breeze sweeps in.
An extra breath begins.

The sounds, so crystal clear,
Pure music, gentle music.
The melody so sweet.

New composition at my feet.
With symphony evolving,
The happiness floods in.

Desire - desire for simple things,
The one's to dream about only.
With feelings tuned to such things.

To re-experience and feel.
The wonderful creations.
With feelings full of joy & magic.

To ponder the emotions,
Simplicities and wonders,
Of another Day.

Nikolay Brovcenko  1994