Eyelash
She sits on my left side
in her car
I see her as photo, portrait
Queen of Africa
nice image of Sheba.
On her head has scarf
a big tie in front
is crown?
Kooh-i-Noor?
large diamond?
The best cut is her chin
her nose is work of art
lovely cheek
Stick on, her eyelash
thick, black
as if a black shoe
freshly is polished
leather shines and outfit
does not match.
Her bad taste?
has market convinced her?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You feel Her so awesome. You her possess you so wonderful, so delicious. you Discovered real life congratulations, keep living it don't get caught up in the bullshit
Thanks dear Tony...well...