Mirrors or spies
what are your eyes?
Do you see the thorns
or the beautiful blossoms?
Do you live with poor
self acceptance?
Making yourself less
by focusing on faults?
Or do you inspire yourself
by focusing on your perfections?
Each blossom does not compare
itself each to the other.
What are your eyes
mirrors or spies?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem