We partied, shooting barcardi
Drunken, drained
And filled with love
The full moon lit the way
To our hearts
As the surf touched our toes
We laughed
While we counted
The stars above
Cause it'll take forever
This was prose written as a poem. It would have been a good one too. But it wasn't, though I did give it a recommendation. That is how close it came to being great. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A short and beautiful poem with nice imagery.