In the cold winter night's end
the darkness in the pavement corner
moved slightly
the dews on the grass wet the air.
In the thin light
I saw,
as if innumerable unknown insects
and pain crawling in the dark abyss,
painted cheeks-concealing
and whispers.
Suddenly a flood of light
from the policeman's torch
lighted the corner,
and I saw
the sign of endless sufferings
in the commercialized face
and the smiling eyes of that woman
with cold sex,
and pale face with dark wrinkles.
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The sign of endless sufferings! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.