little piggies dressed in white
prance along the hidden night
dodging seashells left and right
salty waters wash upon the shores
sends the people coming in hoards
sandy feet grasping surfboards
the golden globe falls into the sea
where painted toes and seagulls can be
where footprints and jellyfish see
the magic that is the sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AHH! GINANESS, you made it prettier, I can envision it all clearer, w00ts for poem revisions _Kyle.