The way she writes
Is like the way she carries herself
and
Indeed she writes beautifully
Words like tendrils
Tenaciously clinging to
Barks
Of trees where blooms of orchids
Abound,
Like her way of swaying and
Sitting on an easy chair
Her white long legs resting
One
On top of the other
She chooses her words
like
She’s choosing pebbles
Of
Different colors
segregating
Those pearly ones
From
The ordinary
And takes only what
she thinks
Is perfect
So she puts only the best
To make her
personalized
Composition and
it will take her
Days and days
To make
one
Eclectic, exquisite,
Her work is diamond
studded
Indeed she puts
all her life
On it
In that work which
Indeed
Is so beautifully
laid
I am so
awed
It is so
beautiful
Perhaps
because
I cannot
understand it
anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem