What does she think this is anyway
some kind of flippin' game?
Played around a campground's fire?
crickets chirping all the while
the grass is cooling
the trees are smiling
their tree branch smiles while
miles away I am sleeping
dreaming of this rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb...hibernation of vision...perhaps a colorful dream will hold on to that rest we dream...a little nerve can achieve of what man's plateau, meant to us today...God bless...a 10 +++