Sunrise Promised To Wait For Us

sunrise awaits for us the dawn did not rise over the village, in the eyes of the muses the dawn promised to wait for us muses are not like poets, not even like the sun that burns its rays on the cascades moved by lazy waves, - the dawn did not rise over the village, the down promised to wait for us, swore to the muses, swore that the water would comb at the rising sun smoothly it will burn in his eyes like the star of the night while planting a garden where the muses smolder all year round like flowers, or like coal extracted from the hearts of poets