Draw me a picture.
Then fill it with colors.
Frame it with glass.
Then leave it to stain.
Like a bad secret.
Like a bad habit.
Burn it away.
Then paint me a new.
Use vibrant colors.
To hide my flaws.
Make a new frame.
To hide the cracks of my life.
Then set me hanging on the wall.
For all to see my clever lie.
Draw me a picture.
To once again fool them all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gary this is excellent it draws you in and makes you think which is the point of any written work