Dialogue between morning

He said about his morning:

The morning passed with hope.

And tomorrow roams and boasts

And watered his desires with loyalty.

Generous and stingy

And he rose and spread his concern.

And conquered laziness and reached

And longed for his certainty.

And the concern in him is quick

And he sought his hopes.

And the weakness in him kills

And certainty folds doubt, no.

He finds what he drinks

The morning returned to him in.

His tomorrow... And it became transmitted

And he built on his faith.

A palace and not imagined

And the morning called with revelation.

A... And the morning is preferred

So when he breathed his morning.

It gave him what does not revolve

And the morning ascended to the sky.

And it became clear to a closed eye

And the morning repeats the ecstasy.

That was the first to cast

And heard the echoes from him.

His echo and its interpretation

The morning of his hope called him.

He answered him when he called

And darkness conspired against him.

From him the light extended

And darkness challenged him.

But he does not neglect

The morning looked at him no.

He intends to leave, separate

The morning is satisfied with wishes

And if the morning respects

It realizes the past but does not realize it.

It realizes it while hoping

The morning spreads its light.

And the fold does not melt

The morning did its work.

It did not fear what it endures

Oh morning that.

He who does not ask

You did well after it.

You did well what does not change

And you erred towards the darkness.

After he turned away

He said his morning:

I hid evil for the darkness.

After it descended upon you

I distanced myself from whomever it wanted.

Well...so I became noble

And I extended my hand to the sky.

I came with a full star

And my white clothes do not blacken.

They blacken if they are long

My gray color that.

In the tail of my dress is the most beautiful

So go out and do not fear the darkness

With me here there is no peer

My life is long and my stay is long.

In every land I am taller

So if you see the whiteness of something.

Throw and be among those who enter

You will see the hidden and the hidden.

Except what is penetrated

You will see what does not disappear.

He gives with what he gives

You will see what is apparent.

This is how you contemplate

You will see and realize the unseen.

And upon it the light

Hope walks freely.

No shackles in me

Hope walks freely.

There is no one from me who sifts

He said about his morning:

The morning spread joy to me.

The morning is crowned

Spread hope and made me happy.

The morning spread and included

I released my wish that.

I reached what occupies

Oh morning, oh paths of desires.

Wishes do not burn

Oh morning, oh paths of hope.

Wishes do not ignore.

Oh morning, speak, speak and go.

Morning is a heavier revelation.

Night is a cover for desires.

Morning is goodness that surrounds