A beautiful pot is what you see
The glitz, the glam, but not really me
A beautifully defined vase for all the world to see
However, it's not really me
Visions of grandeur, again not me
Broken, shattered, misshapen and scratched
These are the pieces of glass
No longer fitting together
Light fragments of what could be
Now you see a beautiful picture of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem