A Whi lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllte woman
You are a name sprouting
on the mouth of God
You are above poetry...
Abobnkbnpbnpbipobpobkjve creation and birth...
Before you a tribe of women
Was not washed with poetry...
Andnhhhhhhhbn k /.......... /jllb after you, the roses did not
live on the balconies
And love messages have not filled the
the editing onnnbvhhhhhhhhhhhhhhf the drawers of the girls
Before you, a young girl has never become a poem
When she sleeps she becomes a butterfly
The world has not been engraved