Oh strange woman,
In your tower of glass,
Why do you watch,
From behind your mask?
Do you fear,
What you see?
Or are you just,
Afraid of me?
I feel your eyes,
Digging in my back,
I stop right there,
In my tracks.
You could be free,
Lady of ice,
To sit and stare,
Is not too nice.
Just come out,
And feel the air,
Come and talk,
I wouldn’t care.
If you have no ways,
No airs and graces,
Just come and see,
Life's innocent faces.
Up close and personal,
Feel the wind in your hair,
Just come and connect,
Just come and share.
A splendid read! I did enjoy this. A wonderful title Patricia Gale
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I would like to translate this poem
a silent deep meaning the poem has Lubna