</></></What is it that is hiding behind door number two
Could it be a hidden treasure who's eye's are blue
But the colors of the eyes are not really there
Without the rays of the sun color is bare
So perhaps I will not wonder what is behind any door
I will create my own treasure and not rely on any yore
So doors made by others that may offer me wealth
I bid you adeiu and have a drink to your health
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully, cryptically written...loved it. -SG