Do tell me
My friend
What is it you hide
In your stride
Your yellow skirt sways
Revealing a glimpse
Of the wicker basket
With apples red
And a tiny parcel
Wrapped in a white thread
Is it a gift
A little treat?
I hold out my hand
Gently you land
In the moist place
A piece of glass
Reflecting the blue sky.
This is simple but very creative. I recommend all writings that are done well, as this one is. I congratulate the creator of this piece. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very neat............loved it! !