Last winter in the month of November
A day in a life to remember
Girl with blonde curly hair
Right infront of my Chair
High heels, red tops and blue jeans
Starring right in my eyes giving some hints
Drinks in the hand cigarette in the lips
She sent me a note giving waiter few tips
In her notes she asked me if I have weed
I replied, rather a weed I am the one that you need
She came close and threw all my ice cream
Then I realised, it is again an unsuccesful dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite an entertaining write. Thanks.