It is the spring,
a 'I do not know what' in the air
make run the boys,
flowers are in love,
the girls fly away
in all directions,
their light dresses
are full of larks,
everything is involved
in cotton fields,
perfumes rise
uptil to hills nostrils,
the kisses bleat together,
even stars flirt
or want to lay down
in hammocks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inebriating Spring Season to fall in love like 'stars flirt'...fragrancefull..love it ~ niv Please read/comment my I Want To Be Raped niv