Hard and cold it sits quietly
Awaiting attention unaware
Instruments of destruction
Transform to creation
A deeper wonder beyond
The original intent
Shaping emotion into malleable
Strength, cool and fixed in time
Finally yielding to control
With hidden mysteries unfolding
Till the final blow
Unveiled to us all
The truest incarnation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is the watering can frog behind the stones? ? ? ? ? ? It can be! ! ! Beautiful