Could I be a lady
if I was rowdy?
could isee the sun
though many think it's not that fun?
feel the wind through my hair?
the strands say tis not fair
they wish to fly across the sea
there is no more to be
I hear the birds sing
as the early break of spring
the bees too are out to see
O GOD......I think the're after me
RUN! ! ! _
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How Quaint! Beautifully written, got caught up in the reading. Well done; D