a beautiful girl
welcomes the morning
the pink body
is exposing to the sun
ants in the vicinity ready for the walk
the neighbour beside
is peeping from a distance
the girl feels
like from above a stroke
it is a balmy
rainy fall
in a minute the first
ray through the cloud
looks and sun
in the gap of the tree
visible better
than earlier
it is a July
it is only a July (?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem