The wind is blowing
and her dress is raised.
Hands float down the sides.
But still the front I can not turn away I see
her eyes to eye.
Pointing there to where I look.
She can't help but smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi. iipYes, this picture is caught correctly from you - the woman always smiles at awkward time...10 tsira