There is a girl on a corner
Nobody ever warned her
The marks on her wrist
Have blood running to her fist
She hates to wait
Next to the cemetery gates
She sings her songs of mourning
And ignores their warning
She is selling something everybody wants
She has it as she dances around in taunts
She is taking everybody’s breath
As she sells them free death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the flow of this. Well done. Kindest Regards Slim.