as i stoop down on my lap, bended
my knees, trippin and shaken up to top.
i sat and glance the beauty of the grass,
feel free the romance staunch at my back
flavored my favorite snack, delighted
and watched stunning wonderland craft,
suavely bland and spin around my hand,
emblem the beauty of one land
fishing and pouring in the pond.
in the midst of the leap, the clouds
shining upfront, wind shuffles, and
smooth sounds yield over the park.
it chills out and screaming not crying
while reaching out the crest like it wont last,
lovely heard the sounds like a jazz,
bedazzled by mounting camel and neck
turned to giraffe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem