I was going to meet Sofia at a dive bar. I sat waiting nursing a scotch on the rocks. She seemed like a good enough female. She wore her hair short and classy. Her figure was slender and intoxicating but there was something more. Sofia had a certain grace in her movements and the way she spoke was truly mesmerizing. The whole world was in front of us. She was like a breath of fresh air. I waited for her but she never walked through the door. It was an act of grace. I asked the barmaid for a double.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem