I give you my hand,
For you to lead me through
Your dark past.
Full of mystery,
You expect me to work out
The enigma of your fears.
When walking through
Your once-serene gardens,
You try to veil yourself from me.
The mask, which you've kept on for so long,
Stays permanently on your coneiled features,
Leaving me to guess what you really are...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quite enigmatic......very good read....10