Marble smile, austere glaze,
Cold, chilling maze,
This rock heart still,
Unmoved by the chill.
Oh, but could I find,
A key to unlock his mind,
And what would I find?
Emptiness~ nothing kind.
A pulse, I do not feel,
The heart is not real,
Marble has taken hold,
The heart is stone cold.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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