To hop, to jump, to skip to leap.
Through the trees the wind will sweep.
Slight cold breeze through your hair.
Holding hands with one with care.
The glistening glow from ones skin.
The day is good, complete, no sin.
The grass is green with envy of love.
No love is stronger then the love from above.
The stroll comes about day by day.
When the stroll ends what will they say.
Disgard the words, nature will react.
The glow, the green, the wind will be gone.
All will await when the sun goes dawn.
The hop, the leap, the jump, the skip -
all shattered by connection of the hip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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