The Month of May is the unkindest of all
Sun shines, but to lick you dry
A breeze pauses at the doorstep
And turns back with a smile so wry.
Oh yes, May is an exhausting month and I can definitely relate, a short, jaunty, vivid visual painting here, thank you for this
I really liked the playfulness of this poem! Keep up the good work buddy!
great poet you are guy and by now you know why MAY DAY MAY DAY GONE BY
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's an interesting thought and there's a rhyme..
Thank you, dear poet. You make me proud, dear.