The month of June
Doesn't wait for me anymore
Because it comes and goes
And everyday is a different day on the June calendar
But I don't mind it at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The month of June, fills not only me' but the world around me with fresh love and energy from the heavenly mouths it brings romantic clouds pouring life and living passion in the form of drops of white and nameless effusion.