the best picture
I've seen this Christmas
is that one
taken at the beach
for my four beautiful nieces
one in yellow
with two dimples
the other one in
white
with freely blown
black hair
the other two
are growing up fast
anticipating what
we once had
happy moments
at the sea
wanting it all to
be endless
and so free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem