As I put down a cup from my mouth
I capture the image of woman
Sitting two booths in front of me
She has long red hair
That curls up at the bottom
Like a maroon wave
She has three gray strands of hair
Although her faces presents youth
Her clothes were simply
A brown shirt and a thin black zip up jacket
Her eyes are a clouded blue
That wander around the café
They search for someone or something
Aimlessly moving from object to person and so on
Her eyes display a sense of anxiety
A possible reason for the gray strands
Eyes full of such intrigue into the surroundings That I was entranced by them
They had a beautiful uneasiness about them
An appearance of wonder
With fears of uncertainty
The eyes muted all other features
Once found they are impossible to escape
Pupils like a black hole that absorb attention
Right when I was fully intoxicated on the sight
The eyes moved out of their seat and left
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
intoxicated on the sight, good writing, thanks.