Emotion pooled on her skin in several places like tiny lakes with each being unique unto itself,
All were reflecting the same color of camouflaged deception and disguise.
Perhaps unconsciously masking desire for help,
But consciously evoking attention and perception of cool,
For her and others
2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is perfect.. -Eila