The smell of honey and tea.
Salt water and broken bottles in the sea.
Leather worn books.
Young boys with bright eyes and looks.
Words that brush my head.
Gently touching, lazy and without care.
Burning summer days, loud music that plays.
Paint brushes with ivory black paint.
Gold rings for thieves to take.
Nonsense to come to light.
Help the human race from this plight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem