I just want to lie by this open window
With the cool breeze
Enjoying the sound of the ocean
And the leaves fluttering on the trees.
Next month I will go where it is hot
As hot as it can be
But I will know I can come back home
To my window spot waiting just for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it. Just put a picture in my head. Like what I've read of your style so far.