whereupon,
she lied to the face
and spit upon
his gentle soul,
but when he thrive
to stand,
she pushes and
shun him, and
go out through the door
in the still of the night
to kiss and romance another and return to pretend good, when he spoke
she accused him.
and he is pushed to pit
crying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem