Scene from the window;
a girl in the garden
pretty as a Robin
watching the word go by.
See her just sitting, pretty
as anything;
peeling an orange,
then checking her messages.
If only she knew me
reading away, so sweet
standing, soon leaving
with the sun upon her shoulder's cheek
Look at her moving
stepping along her style
in her red winter raincoat;
stay here awhile sweet gal.
I think she is crying
hiding herself all alone
with no one to meet her
Angel goes flying home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem