Bicycle summer,
Girls ride across
A moonlight bridge.
Children’s feet dangle
Into warm water,
Small wishes and innocent hearts.
In love with gentle breezes,
I thought I saw Adriana
At her grandfather’s beach house
Smiling with a wine cooler.
Oh, I DO like this one. Hmm...I wonder why? :) That small mention of warm water makes me want to be by the beach near my grandfather's beach house really bad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so moving, those days are so beautiful and timeless, food for the heart to aspire to Love Duncan X