..a beauty smothered
While it’s trying to breathe
Somehow do through
The pores of the
Thick sheath of lithe
A whim that’s
Kept hidden
By and by squirts a leak
So is beauty when
Smothered while
It’s trying to breathe
I like this. It gives an uglier view of 'beauty'..nice imagery. I feel like this poem has underlying meaning, definetely a thinker.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thick sheath of lithe Rachel Ann Butler