I like small shops
You can see what they sell
Each individual shop
Have their own smell
I feel so very sorry
That the small shops are getting low
Soon there be none left
Of which you can go
You can see what they sell
Be for you walk in
Their window displays
Welcomes you in
By Jasmine Waltho
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem