oh! sails painting my way
so as birds sing lullaby
on soapy shore. kissing sand
I feel coldness on my feet
wrapping all over; refreshing
beautiful clouds, sun teasing
I pause by shade of big tree
whose limbs hanging over sea
natives tie their sailboats
and go sip a cup of thai tea
I took pictures on small puppy
picking leaves and running away
vendors mill around for customer
wares slung across their shoulder
colorful a work of arts at best
cheaper than anything from states
I marble on small trinket, shiny
reminds me of something, oh! missy
The romantic mood of romantic poet's of Victorian Era
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Landlocked as I am, this brought grat visions. Thanks