I met a man
A man on his own
There's a thousand of Riyals in his pocket
And yet he's unhappy and feels vulnerable
I asked him what is wrong?
And he replied to me
Clever girl, you might have no money
But your soul is pure and untouchable
I smirked at him and gave him a devilish look
No you are wrong because there's a black parasite inside my soul…
VelvetCrow`
We all have a wardrobe of demons, but we also have pockets of goodness. A good poem, thank you for sharing.
A nice poetic imagination, Chealsey. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Some of my work is not based on imagination. I wrote it based on my vision. Thanks for spending your time to read my piece^^ and its my pleasure to read your work...ty for sharing^^
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I would like to translate this poem
Clever girl, you might have no money But your soul is pure and untouchable I smirked at him and gave him a devilish look No you are wrong because there's a black parasite inside my soul… character and self realization. well penned poem. tony