as i write about an old
woman begging
on the street
as the night covers
her and as i reflect
upon the smell of sunset
she comes again
trying to catch what
i could be, asking
are you an old woman?
funny, but it becomes
like you are stalk-ed and
the other one is
thorn-ed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem