Your permed tresses not at all dull,
When you emerge from your lull,
Night, forced to invite every guest,
To your tall abode barren and still,
The wind shrills and the waves grills,
The cars roll and the tanks are full,
Clean inhabitants with hygienic habits,
Lost their smiling pearls to the dirt,
You are too modern and cropped,
Lady, you may look strong and elegant,
Clutching the purse full of fraudulent frills,
Lady, you may look strong and elegant, Clutching the purse full of fraudulent frills, A beautiful short poem................10
Do outward appearances mask inward desires? ...A magnificent poem. A 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely little poem on Earth so well writ.