The sea breeze does blow
And the surrounding does it tickle
And the lights on the twilight does glow
To cross all that makes aura fickle.
The passing gentle breeze comes
With the gasp and does the heart go wild
And the feelings shelter in its coming
From where all boredom goes off.
@ Welkin Siskin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem