The snakes never leave.
They just slither to hide,
Undetected disguised...
To reappear from shadows.
With it claimed to have found,
A way to inflict their poisonous vernom.
But with a smile to have learned,
A vicious bite still intended to do...
Is more acceptable and approved,
When thoughts are kept to keep...
Less obvious.
Although the hissing heard,
For whatever the reason...
Many ignore but accept it.
Since the look and appearance updated,
Has more of an effect that impresses...
Than the fear of impending death,
No one expects.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem