I am who I am
I drink strawberry
Wine..
I sit on strawberry
Hill..
While sipping my
Strawberry wine…
I am who I am
I eat strawberry jam
While sitting on
Strawberry Mountain
Catching raindrops that
Taste of strawberries “n”
Cream..
From a strawberry sky
Clouds of red marshmallows
All goodies from this
Place call strawberry field...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How creative and how delightful! What a visual. It seems that women think and dream of sweet things and food more than men do. I don't think I ever dreamed of food. Anyway, this was a wonderful description. A great visual. That is one of the things poetry should do. Prose should as well. GW62