One meets a woman and surmises
that she would harbour great surprises.
Two towers stand in still attention
the other features we won't mention.
But as the writer Oscar said
(who was a thinker in his head) ,
the difference between the old
and those whose posture still is bold,
is nothing but the tooth of time,
though some would never hear the chime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem