She secretly dances upon toes made of glass
wading stealth over thick bountiful fields of grass
The thickets and thorns over there in harrowing forests amass
Swiftly twirl and twist to miss the killer truthful path
That would shatter her footing and trumpet the deceiver of recent past.
Secrets lies stories and tall tall tales
Arrange a picture where within good fails
Your going to break, your stomach will drop, face will pale
Your evil doings will be revealed like a letter in the mail,
Slit the envelope of sins open and disgustingly regale
all the hidden truths of her soul for sale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. Appreciate the intellect in your imagery.