Women come and women go
And what is left is our yearning
Hungry and hollow and left alone
Carelessly they pass and tread on hearts
With soft feet and polished nails
and the wonderful pirouetting fragrance
Carelessly they pass and tread on hearts
Or stop for a moment to take a glimpse
Then turn their heads and pass me by
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I would like to translate this poem
Mohamed, my friend, there's a lot more to women than that. Please, read my poem Biology. May your god go with you, Jerry