You struck the arrow that broke
My heart's surface into small pieces,
My blood oozed to page and screen,
The eyes around me read and wept.
The wisdom at my heart's core
Took the pieces and put them right,
Just to tell you shallow mind,
You broke the surface and left the core.
Behold, it's heart often hurt in vain,
Not the shallow mind at misty brain
That sees the world through ornate words
And leaves the central unmapped.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And leaves the central unmapped. This is good image.