The flushed orange of the sun,
Made me think of tangerines and tangelos.
Just think, the colors so temptingly bright.
The color predominating before the night.
I thought I could eat the sun so sweet,
But merrily my imagination was out of reach.
I thought of tangerines and tangelos,
At the zenith of the horizon.
I'll show you what I mean,
If you come with me.
I'll walk you through some sweat.
I'll walk you through the sun.
The sun as sweet as tangelo and tangerines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...............sweet poem..