The girls smelled of
Fireworks in July
Painted on to the midsummer’s sky
Tanned limbs flailing with laughter
Tasting the mists of adolescence
The boys saw
Observed the strands that bleached
Spoke of the backs that left lines
Blossoming with possibilities
Of spending the waking hour
Alone together
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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