O these fools glitter with the glory of peacocks,
As they vainly investigate, the character
Of love in reflective pools of their own desires.
Meanwhile, the desert grows within their dried up souls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do so enjoy reading any poem hitting out at life's 'beauty creature's'. For there is always hope that they can change their foolish narcissist ways. 10++ and thank you Dominic.