Hatred tints your eyes cold,
freezing the heart into ice.
Verity that swivels into lies
masks the light that once shone bright.
But only when the sleet descends
can one feel the warmth of snow.
A warmth of a different glow
that enforces you to grow.
-13/05/2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem