I followed her through the crowd
it was lovely and confusing
watching as she disappeared
and reappeared
in the waves of faces
and figures
all rendered useless
in her presence
and I smiled every time
she was swallowed and
regurgitated by the silent ballet
of meaningless movements
like a pretty flower
reclaimed at high tide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem