the old town finally gets tired
of her and junks her
like an old tramp
no one likes the sound
of her name
and so she leaves this
old town too
takes the bus and travel
miles and days
until she finds this sleepy town
innocent in its manners
and gives her respect
she wears her new clothes
and sandals
she tells them a new name
she pretends she is innocent
not even knowing how
to use the spoon and the fork
in this town
she is precious
she is their virgin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem