Get To Near

Breathing hot breath
on to the frost of cold glass
trying to get a peek at last
of whats hidden behind the mask

when the glass is cleared
what is found is not feared
a stronger bond takes hold
and the book is to unfold

but inside there is fear
inside is not a cheer
inside there is pain
inside there are no joyful games

crystal blue marbles
turn to ice
when the explorer try's to make nice
their soul will pay the price

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Very Nice. I loved the way it unfolds.
well crafted poem.................
nice poem...im not in a sound mind to comment on your poem coz i got so many to prioritize but even if in that way...i encouraged u to write a lot...heheheh''''' as if im an expert...
Finely tuned verse with the bonus of great imagery....You have a wonderful way with expression...which I look for a=in all poets.....keep up the excellent work my friend 10
Goood write........................10s
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