[Anglika]

Originally Posted by Bassim

Dear people
Here is my new poem, would you please proofread it.

Why


Why does/is a young woman at the bus stop cry/crying?

Love,

Illness,

A lost mobile phone?

If we were in another country

I would wipe erase her tears with my parched lips.

Here, I do not dare.

My hair is dark

Hers strawberry blonde.

My eyes the ploughed earth

Hers the blue sky.

The sun is shining

The economy blooming

But she is still crying

And I do not dare to dare not kiss her cheeks.