dark glasses classy
holding a cup of tea
hugging a pooch pal
shoulder bag, oh! gal
jeans, beige sweater
over loose black halter
honeytext flowing hair
strawberry lips to care
walks pass me in a dash
i caught her beautiful eyes
i think, she looks back, stop
lift her sunglasses and wink
lift her busy hand and wave
guess; knows me somewhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. Enjoyed reading it.