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While she rests, carries stones.
Losses and damages don't get on your nerves so much
which she evokes when she goes to the fair
where they also sell, in addition to vegetables
and fruits, they sell lies, poisons in bulk,
in wholesale and retail, and she comes home
to carry more stones while she rests.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted insightful poem.......10++++