RHYTHM
Poem by Chan Mongol
February 23 of 2021
Waiting for the green Summer
Newer glamor of mother nature.
At times all with white ice and snow
At times khaki sights also.
Pretty girl wears various dresses;
Differently, always she impresses.
She gives me the divine vibe;
My mom taught me rhythms to describe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem