A blunt face
Of a mad women
Or a genius
Maybe, both
All year round
There are Christmas lights, in view
Anticipating
when seasons of rain
Will rinse their colors
However,
they never do
Even amongst the best
There are the gleaming
She twists
She twirls
She tortures
your pleasure
giving it
taking it
whenever she pleases
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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