A girl with a red coat walks against the wind,
her shoulders hunched.
She carries the world around her like a cloak.
Her footfall is uncertain, the one in front of the other
in a macabre dance with the devil.
The red coat is a lie which covers other lies,
the lies that build her life.
The red coat is a shield against the truth,
a mask for the outside world.
The wind catches her coat tails and plays with it, trying to
reveal what is beneath.
The wind cuts through the secret of the sin she tries to protect.
Her eyes seek for shelter, her hands clawing at the wind,
this desperate little act of play merely an empty effort against
an entity too large to avoid.
The girl with the red coat enters a shop and smoothes her hair.
She turns down her collar, she loosens a button,
but she does not abandon the safety of the burden she carries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem