A boy called Hiya,
Felt his heart afire,
Aged just four,
To see a dolphin from the shore.
The dolphin's name was Simo,
Soon this boy's amigo,
Both quite sure,
Their love was pure.
Each day during school,
He'd wait as a rule,
Then leap with joy,
To see the boy.
Different world's colliding,
White waves riding,
A watery rodeo,
To make hearts glow.
In each other's eyes,
They saw no lies.
On sunny afternoons,
Both whistled tunes.
I hope to see tomorrow,
This messenger from Apollo.
I still let out a sigh,
When I look a dolphin in the eye.
I'm sure you'll agree,
It's good to be alive and free.
so lovely rhymes.................go on and on...........till live thrives on shore....................
it is good to be alive, thanks. please read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem Mr katona