Reflecting mirrors of life being adjusted to suit our
purposes at times.
Never quite attuning ourselves perfectly, falling be-
low lines of thought an insistent and absolute silence.
Sounds become quiet, nothing being disturbed in our
surroundings.
Exquisite and effervescent, at the end finding a place
of honor for the time being, until another moment
claims that honor for itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem