Women

Women come and women go

And what is left is our yearning

Hungry and hollow and left alone


Carelessly they pass and tread on hearts

With soft feet and polished nails

and the wonderful pirouetting fragrance


Carelessly they pass and tread on hearts

Or stop for a moment to take a glimpse

Then turn their heads and pass me by

by Mohamed Eid

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Mohamed, my friend, there's a lot more to women than that. Please, read my poem Biology. May your god go with you, Jerry
wonderful imagery..well done