Curtains of lustrous black silk
Flow past her shoulders,
Stop at her waist
Her piercing
Cheetah-like eyes
Hold the gaze of those
daring to look directly
She is truly
A goddess
Someone who enchants
Men near and far
Alas she is not real
She is only
A piece of the imagination
Created by the remnants of an ugly past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
look to the future. forget the past, there is nothing we can do about it. a good write