Warm Rays of sun...Shinning
Through the venetian blinds
Lazy Sunday afternoon
Nothing to find
Got everything I need
Here in this room
Time's passing slowly
Monday's coming too soon
Big bowl of salad
Full glass of wine
My Baby napping
Everything's fine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a lil' bit 'o heaven here on earth; like ridin' a real good, smooth horse, it just plain feels good sometimes. Nice one Lawerence.