remembering tina turner
with her husky lovely voice
is remembering monica
in olingan
my tiny village of my
boyhood
where the coconut trees
are tall and
reigning
one day we picked
ripe oranges in the orchard
of my papa
she was singing a tina
turner song
when a venomous snake bit
her on her knee
she died instantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Ric Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken