She is the Sun in the morning to slums
And the Moon to isolated drunkards at midnight.
But she never get drowns in shallow waters,
Like a courageous mother she advises to the lost souls
And everybody respects her as she still being a virgin.
*If anybody could stone her though she is a prostitute? No as she stills a Rosebud and her name is Innocence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A word portrait of a generous soul, but there is a certain overwhelming sadness about this penning as well. You stay true to your unique view of life. Warm regards, Sandra