Sand and surf rock and wind
As I'm standing at this place I'm in
Under grey covered skies
A stray gull, glides on past
Of this green Irish Isle
Hearing my lullabies,
Looking at your eyes
Touching your ginger-reddish brown hair
Inhale deeply at this sight
Then giving in, to you tonight
Life doesn't get better than this at all
T. Plotz
Love This
30 December 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Of this green Irish Isle'. Love to visit Irish Isle, one day.