May is the horse
galloping throught hte fields.
May is the flowers
blooming everywhere.
May is the sunshine
in the sky and in our hearts.
May is the gift
given to every mother.
May is the change
from spring to summer.
May is anything...
if you believe it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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