Girls walk slowly
In the sunshine,
And an old man
Is arranging flowers
At the floral shop.
My best friend Luna
Has on a yellow skirt
And smiles sweetly
At the cops.
I never want
July to end,
Everything is exciting
And unimaginably hot.
The stars will dance
When the sun is not
Any longer in the sky.
I tremendously enjoy
Every nuance of this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm, it wasn't worded as well as I would of liked..meaning, you could of gotten more reaction from the reader..however, there is something beautiful about this piece, just the way it is...