Beads on her forehead
Drops on her cheeks
I love when they're made
In hot summer weeks!
Some above upper lip
Trickle some down
A few on her nose tip
This hot noon in town!
Beneath flowery parasol
Flushed is her cheek
The shade is just too small
To avert sun's prick!
I care for nothing more
But the walk beside her
See on her face pour
Streams of summer!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This walk under the parasol would have been more enjoyable had it been on a rainy day..! Bodies repel in hot sun, but cling closer on a cold rainy day....! Enjoyed!