Like Metro in Paris
As I did in metro
in Paris, years ago
leaning to the side-wall
Study and recall
the shoes and
the legs and, the skirts
trousers and the canes
to scarves
hats and shawls
pull-over, to blouse
overcoat, tightly packed
open neck, cleavage
jewellery with necklace
and their hairs with styles
What is but attraction
beauty, in actions
reactions?
People are flowers
in greatest garden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
true, they are, NF. Life is.
Thanks for the comment