Sticky, sweet, syrupy juice
Drenches her freckled face
And tiny pigtails
While her frilly white dress
Sways in the ocean breeze
The deep freeze
Memories locked inside
Entangled in barbed vines
Unable to be reached
By my longing hands
Yearning voice
Screaming desperately
To go back
Bask in the glory
Of my childhood story
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem