Her prose is like a bird darting from place to place,
palpitating with nervous energy;
but a bird with a bright beady eye and a sharp beak as well,
for hope is but the dream of those that wake.
sentimentality is the emotional promiscuity of those who have no sentiment.
By Lisa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just the fact that you said emotional promiscuity has brought it to life. very nice