it is summer
do not just stay there
what will you do when
the beach is blue
when the winds
are cool?
what will you do with
so much heat?
when the flowers wilt?
when the fields
are turning brown?
lady, do not just stay there
go, go,
wear a piece
fall in love
and if you must
grab, and if you will
be the crab!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem