Fair
Is
Sadly
Not the way
Of the world, he says.
Perhaps, but she wishes it were,
And returns to cleaning her immaculate home.
(Based on the Fibonacci sequence, so the number of syllables
in each line of the poem is the sum of the previous two lines:
1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34, etc.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem