Glass breaks with a sound so sweet
like a wind chime
so soft, crisp and clear
like a waterfall
of diamonds falling
in a diamond river
clashing and clattering
the glass pieces fall on the floor
breaking even more
sharp ends they threaten to kill
Blood coming out of his fist
it stains the floor
falls on the diamonds big and small
red.
''Morning dont walk without your slippers here''
he tells everyone and goes to bed
Cares or not he cares?
look at the broken glass it will tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem