Scattered leaves
rustling trees
a soft gentle breeze
revealing sights under skirts
that we are not meant to see
a glimpse of her natural beauty
modest and pure
she is quick to secure
thank you, I say
to the wind, for this day
and the images
planted like a seed in my memory
soft gentle breeze
rustling trees
scattered leaves
tumbling back to reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem