A micro ounce!
On air with see-through wings
I sit or bounce.
Wings whiz! Flight ace!
I want to be and then I'm in
another place.
Blink! Zip! I'm gone.
Bare is the space
I hung upon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful piece, can just see the hoverfly, reminder of Summer!