swirling leaves close to my feet
yes, push air to pulsing breeze
soothing for my body flat on bed
dreaming of you naked in shed
i would have turn around; hide
i have no strength; my body froze
teasing smile you might not aware
oh! you're expose and totally bare
you raise your hand and got scared
cover yourself; it's a little too late
a phone ring i hear; i am awake
talking to you is certainly so sweet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem