it didn't announce her,
but she was.
I got to know, I sensed,
after the itching skin.
it betrayed her accent,
this way for us known well,
compulsory, in early
school years.
it didn't announce her,
but she was
and she coughed
violently.
burnt lungs...
it will betray her.
and finally,
will see the ending
for her...
who will be willing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem