You’ll never see me,
Through this ivory armour.
You’ll never know me,
Past this golden visage.
You’ll never feel me,
Under this impenetrable cover.
I’m just a statue,
Not even a pretty face.
I look at my reflection,
And it’s not what I want to see.
So here I’ll stay,
Chryselephantine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True beauty shines through, as does true talent and you have buckets of both. Just remember, all life is malleable. It is up to us to knead it. Smiling at you, Tai