The magic mirror, the stained window
A crystal chandelier, a bulletproof shadow
A glass may be looked fragile
But it doesn't mean it's weak
To reflect, to see through
To show off, to protect
You may shatter the glass
But it'll be more dangerous to touch
Cracked in punch, fractured by pressure
Broken in fall, crushed by seizure
A glass will still shine
Though it's already in pieces
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aloha Maria... Proverb or Prospect? What does it take to rebuild one's self from the fragments? One's structure hot cast or blown, pressed or molded... with only the intensity of personal will to use as an adherent... nice word work... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.