Sitting nowhere but the corners,
reading books, drawing faces;
walked only with one or two,
a favored time when I was shy.
A heart thickens, skin roughs;
smile I must for names multiply,
to be kind I must, to please I must,
that time when I've been noticed.
As the saying goes, you can never guess a poet's password...for it is too ingenious for the nonpoet to fathom! This is true of this poem. Excellent. Excellent. Well done, Ms. Agua.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyone wants to walk through a door marked 'private.' Therefore, have a good reason to be affluent.