Breathing hot breath
on to the frost of cold glass
trying to get a peek at last
of whats hidden behind the mask
when the glass is cleared
what is found is not feared
a stronger bond takes hold
and the book is to unfold
but inside there is fear
inside is not a cheer
inside there is pain
inside there are no joyful games
crystal blue marbles
turn to ice
when the explorer try's to make nice
their soul will pay the price
nice poem...im not in a sound mind to comment on your poem coz i got so many to prioritize but even if in that way...i encouraged u to write a lot...heheheh''''' as if im an expert...
Finely tuned verse with the bonus of great imagery....You have a wonderful way with expression...which I look for a=in all poets.....keep up the excellent work my friend 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and the make up washed away.. the sun came out to play...above.. and below the hands busy indeed.. full of need in glass that sees.. where you go..iip