Pleased
In the car in front
She had her window down
Saw her hair in sun, wind,
Expose gold strings.
Lost in line of my thoughts
Looked to left and to right.
The right side's driver
Seemed to be of Iran
Her large eyes, black hair
Led me to nights, deserts.
With such a vision, mood
I found me hung by noose
Of their hairs' Jazz, Blues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful words to see the person potentially to be the love of one's life
Thanks a lot for reading and the eye-penning comment.