To play guitar
In the summer
As a woman passes by
In a sun dress,
I’m so happy
To sit in the grass
With musical insects.
I never intend
To be sad;
When you see me,
I’ll be smiling.
Your poem painting is drenched in sunlight. I hope you were playing one of Bob Dylan's songs. Warmest regards, Sandra
this is a beautiful poem to read i like the word musical insect.......you may read mine....the boy with his guitar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent indeed! ..........10+