Many beauty queens die out
Living only faint imaginings
Of their false selves to hunt
The realism of their ephemeral
Nature that hardly lasts a blue moon.
But what ruins many a beauty queen
More than false hopes and the vanity
That goes with money, merry-making and men
Who give what the hearts desire but reason protests.
What ruins many a beauty queen today
Is the incessant quest for the wind
And things that last only for as long
As the wish is fulfilled by those
Who die for the intangible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem