A woman came in my garden. <br />She took off her bra, cut her left bosom, and buried it in the shadow of a tree. <br />After a while I kept working with the fruit, and she had got another bosom grown. <br />Digging a tree root, I came across a rifle. I lifted it to the sky and fired. <br />I heard a sigh and a blue liquid started to dropp down as from a wound.<br /><br />Horatiu Stamatin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-8/
