it was june
the flowers were out
the air felt sweet
children came out to play
the smell of cotton candy
the fresh taste of cold beer
the sun warm on his cheeks
suddenly she was there
like a plant now born
smilling and reaching for his hand
he melted inside
his head swirled
he was bitten by the june bug
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem