Zaenab promised to notify the numerous Afghan refugees
Who lived nearby in case they wanted to pay attention
As if she were the most radical person
When she heard their steps
Fade away in the deserted street
She closed the door very gently
She faced her destiny bravely
Covered her chest with the gray gown
Then had just taken off and turned out the light
(dedicated to a great poet, Charles Wright)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing this with us, this deserves to be read over and over. Boomwhisperer Ruerd