What are you really?
Mere shadows gone astray.
Empty of eyes and pale upon the gaze
Nothing to boast but a doppelganger's face.
Candles and diamonds
With smiles true or false.
You danced your masquerade
In an unmasked face.
Till from the dark wings you hid away
A feather strayed and would not stay.
In the glimmer of night, it twirled round and round.
Sparkling a color
Of desperation profound.
What are you really?
A pretender by her feather betrayed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem! Well done!