At times the night
Seems dazzling bright
Stands so tall
But yet to fall
To the pruning wings of dawn
To become the pawn
To feel rather small
wiggle n bawl
But then it's white
So filled with light
At times the beauty
masks the beast
Behind the utmost
Lies room for the least
The virgin n the sinner
Alas! But one
The face does mask
Hell of a task!
Left and right
Right and wrong
Wrong but strong
Strong yet light
Life's mysteries alike
Black and white!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem