Beautiful Prostitute
Beautiful Prostitute
On the train, underground, I saw a lady, she was very beautiful
Yes. She was standing in the car, people were around her
All the passengers looked at her with contempt.
I stood by her, beside her, I took out my prayer book, reading
And I showed her the text, to this lady, to this victim of humanity
She looked at the book, then she just looked straight ahead
Hmm. I got off at the next stop. Hmm. This lady was suffering
This happened years ago. I saw this lady again a year ago
On the Baker Street Underground Station. She just looked
straight ahead on a bench. Became sad. Well dressed woman
Magnetic. I love her. I hope her life is right. She is a loved life
Beautiful phenomenon. Nobody loves you? Love you wanderer.
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2025
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