She too has
I stopped to make call
Came blonde in high-heels,
Dress tight
Insolence to the eyes
Would enter and sit down
For short time would be mine.
So she did.
In her tongue I could talk
Her anger turned smile:
“Clever”
Then she talked:
“Was handsome, had a cat…”
Explained who host was.
He told her:
“Leave…depart…”
She was sad:
“Was real good looking…”
Then she sighed:
“What happened, what went wrong? ”
Her people are known with
Medvedev
She sells sex; but still has a heart
Wanted him permanent
He did not.
In the talks and beliefs; I was lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem