warm
day, sunny
sky
we take the
tuktuk
in going to
Lolie
our hairs
fly away
so much
air meets
our eyes
there is this
feeling
that in cambodia
riding in
a tuktuk
i am king
and you
are my queen
de-stressed
only for
a while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem