Give your tweezers to me, my heart has hairs
Hand me, my feet has blisters
Come take a step up on the beach, sing waves song
Shells grow up on your footsteps.
Shells grow up on your footsteps. Waves sing amazingly and we hear the song of love. This poem is very brilliantly and amazingly penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Revisiting this poem I get great pleasure and hear the song of natural breath. This poem is amazing.