Dear Alice
It's summer here
I don't know the other side
Same rising temperatures you always know
Temperatures that surpass the one that brings snow
Tell my big brother
That he shouldn't bother
All is well
No need to wail
It's been long we paid homage
But don't worry all is on my homepage
Where you can find love fuelled by rage
And everything filled in a page
Till when all seasons will end
Your boy
Me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant poem, Peter. Thanks