Femme Fatale Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Femme Fatale
There is a woman,
Shrouded in mystery
That claims much.
To know me, and to love
Certain parts of me.
Where is she, this liar
That I have never seen?
How do I know she exists
If her word only a dream?
I think she's not a woman and is not a dreamer...nice poem...sometimes inside our heart some part of our own unknown self lives but whenever it thinks of us..we accept it as lie..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 9:37:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love this one! =) Its Amazing! : D