The Story I Told My Son In Bedtime : Orange
Beneath orange peels of the sky
Orange Juices are falling like rain
People are drinking without restraint
Some kept that juices with cups
Naked bodies are dancing
As they felt happy
Then, rain of orange juices stopped
People ,too, fell asleep.
Written in Myanmarese Language By Aung Thet Oo
Translated by JanDarYee
Copyright © Jandar Yee | Year Posted 2020
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