it is the pain that changes you.
you have turned into a beauty.
since then.
you have become too careful
about how a word shall be used.
your hands kept restrained
you just don't touch anything.
you molt. Shed off an old skin.
for a moment you are helpless
but only for a short time.
when the pain is over you have
become the
new snake in this forest
shrewd, and ready to bite.
it is beautiful.
your name is their fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem