cloaked in a triangle of allure
she hoards wicked whispers
garnished with gay wallpapers
Cinderella hues, waltzing patterns
burning incense to mask
the stale, as she unlatches doors
to strangers checking out
if she has pretty plants to sell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely articulated poem, But who is Sylvia?