you're holding your slippers
with straw hat strolling
white sand beach
your shadow following
i can see your heel
lifting gently from grasp
of tiny clear particles
maybe you noticed me
coz your hips change tempo
steps become shorter
your shadow is getting
bigger to my unblinking eye
your hair is kid with open arms
wind is trying to help
it's holding you back
you're leaning forward
i can read your bikini tag
then you turn around
i love your eyes, smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey dalan, is this true? 'kid with open arms...' nice one