where the snow white sand,
is as soft as rich butter,
No butterier.
where the soft silvery waves,
cut through it like a hot dagger,
No hotter.
where the thai girls entice,
with their dark smiling eyes,
and the reasons behind it, much darker,
No darkest.
No rogue waves on this trip,
only rogue people.
keep your wits about you,
but treat them as equals.
A land of limitations,
so much beauty,
in a sea degradation
for this is the land of the people.
Sex tourists and poets,
wondering eyes, and hands, versus,
wondering rhymes, and verses.
Thailand, a happy ending for the poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem