The fashion clad maiden considered it a farce
That the fads she created were lame,
The public did faint as she flaunted her way
Into their weary hearts she famously came.
She was able to absorb all that she heard,
Though abstract her affections could draw such attention
To alleviate the ambiguity of the answers that were given.
She could articulate any accusation which would awaken their adoration,
To make her accessible to the average population.
So her ego emerged
To be emulated by many
And daily she did aspire to entice with envy.
2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful work. i found it moving and elegantly it flowed.