A denouncing finger
An arrow, fiery
Shadow-propelled
An archway's side-view.
Cringed victim, child's gruesome
Heart for joy what slew.
Enough, when head-turning
Moved on; turned off by.
Enough. For what struck me
As swift about it:
One's naughty innocence.
Mother's o'er-harsh bit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem